Month: April 2012

Morning Mist

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MORNING MIST

The mud fell from his boot as he hoisted himself into the saddle, the rope in his hand hitting the side of his leg. This was his favorite time of day, early. He loved the quiet stillness of morning as he rode through the pasture. He’d noticed a break in the fence earlier, and needed to make sure everything was okay.

The morning mist glinted like diamonds on the grass as the sun, barely over the horizon, kissed the grass and the time of gentle awakening of all God’s creatures began, with a kick of his spur.

The Excursion

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Photo credit: Joey Francisco

Unable to meet the deadline for this Photo Flash Fiction, I thought I’d share it with my readers and fellow writers. Enjoy.

 

 

THE EXCURSION

Shivering, she pulled her sweater tighter. Why had she agreed to take this God-forsaken trip?

“Let’s go back, rekindle things. I know we can be happy again,” he said, squeezing harder. She tried not to wince as his fingers dug into her arms. His eyes told her not to argue. She looked down and let him pull her stiffened body against his, hating herself.

The first time here, she’d been an enraptured bride caught up in him and the romantic setting. The excursion into the river, with its hint of danger, added fuel to their desire.

His back muscles tensed with each row, and she remembered the alligators, how he’d laughed at her, rocking the canoe, teasing her, stopping only after she screamed. Blinded by love, she’d been oblivious to the red flag waving, day three of their honeymoon.

She watched as the first alligator eased into the water and wondered what his plan was today. He glanced over his shoulder smiling, a glint breaking the blackness of his eyes.

He just thought he was in control. She stood, bracing her feet against the sides of the canoe, pulled the object from under her sweater, and began rocking.

Shiver

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Five Sentence Fiction

Shiver

The caress started with his eyes, holding her breathless, and in place against the wall. His arms, braced on either side of her head guarded her escape as the heat moved down.

She gazed deep into his smoldering eyes, weakening as he smiled his crooked smile. Tan and muscled arms tensed as he leaned into her. The scent of desire strong, her breath quickened, and she felt it from head to toe.

Reborn

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Reborn

By the time she reached the top, she was spent. The climb had worked out the kinks in her muscles and the knots in her soul. The only pain left for her to feel, were the blisters on her feet.

Her labored breaths echoed through the trees as she rounded the last bend, her quivering legs giving out when she finally stopped, and came to rest against the wet earth. Closing her eyes, she leaned back into the tiny trickles of water, washing her past away, and drinking in new beginnings.