Tag Archives: Trifecta

Echoes

Trifecta: Week Forty  DINOSAUR    3: one that is impractically large, out-of-date, or obsolete Thought I’d give it a try again….in 33 words, short and bittersweet…   “Well duh, mother. ” “Oh my Gawd, are you ser-i-ous?” “I can’t believe you don’t … Continue reading

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A drawback to Facebook

Opened up Facebook this morning, for some entertainment only to find you had left us, my friend from so many years ago. Wasn’t it us just yesterday, playing under a beautiful blue sky. Now all that is left is an empty space, … Continue reading

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1987

Cool brick, slick, wet pavement, weak light creeps into the alley The embrace smelling of Polo cologne, cigarettes and a warm denim jacket Pressed into one, kissing hungrily, his hands running across her back Oblivious to the world, outside of theirs. Trifecta: Week … Continue reading

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How much is too much?

I’ve been writing for the Trifecta Writing Challenge for a couple of months now. It gives a prompt for you to write about, one on Monday and one on Friday. It’s mostly your take on a word using the definition that they … Continue reading

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The best of intentions

Excitement of a new love, that electrical sense of his nearness Seeing each other, never tiring Talking long into the night about everything…about nothing Hot breath on her neck, his heartbeat beneath her hand, whispering love words in the darkness, can’t … Continue reading

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Abracadabra

Local grocery store checkout…on Tuesday…4:30pm… “No.  I said no.”  Seriously, putting all that candy right there.  Right at fucking kids’ eye level.  I hope someone roasts in hell for that idea.  Come on, let’s go people.  I need to get out … Continue reading

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I blinked

A mother of boys, afraid to blink – one’s seventeen and wants to be gone… one’s eight and won’t hold my hand… one’s five and starting school soon… remembering my babies…a blink ago. Trifextra: Week Sixteen Your challenge is to write anything you want, … Continue reading

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