A LITTLE GIRL’S LOVE

“Rose for you, Mommy.” Edith’s dismay at another wasted tissue turned to smile when she saw Margarette’s rolled up paper. Inside, “I love you” was scrawled by six year old hands. _____________________ This post is a response to Trifecta’s weekend challenge : “You already know where we’re going with this.  We want you to give

THE STALKER

He was approaching. She swooned. He passed her by. She followed, discreetly. He saw her,  and smiled then laughed. She exalted, swooned some more, then blushed – a hanger dangled from her schoolbag. —————————– Except for just one event, this story is true.  🙂 Years ago, when I was much younger, I had a flaming

NIGHT FALLS

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.  She gazed at that beloved face, its eyes closed, a smile tugging at the lips. “Wake up!” Her mind screamed. The click

DH

Need made her fly to a foreign land where like a slave she minded her masters’ home and child that she can feed her own little ones now hungering for their mother’s love. “DH”, short for Domestic Helper, was a piece inspired by the countless women who, in order to support their own families, leave