Today’s prompt on the Write Tribe’s Festival of Words was grief. A long time ago when my husband died, I had started writing in my journal. Today I am sharing a part of that with you. Please handle with care. Grief It was on a Wednesday at 3.50 a.m. that my husband was declared dead….
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She looked at the picture in her hand. Both of them smiling, hand in hand. He looking down at her with so many promises in his eyes. She looking up at him with trust shining in hers. As she tore the picture to bits she could instead see the scars on her back from the…
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Today’s prompt for the Write Tribe Festival of words was this picture My world Colour has fled my world Leaving it stark And cold Unending monotony Mile after mile Alone I walk Glimpses of sunlight Perhaps a way out Just illusions Glimpses of the world beyond Out of my reach ************ Tired of looking without…
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I sit by the window Sipping my chai The squirrels chatter on the tree outside The lazy clouds drift across the summer sky. A slight breeze brushes across my face Like a caress. Doris Day plays in the background, And my dog curled on my feet. No one else around. To one to cook for,…
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