Tied in Knots

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#169 Prompt…so what time did you say it was?…

Bill walked into the kitchen. “Honey, can you help me?”

Carol laid the morning paper down, walked over and pushed his hands aside.

“How long have you been tying these things?”

“I know, just nervous, I guess.”
She looped the tie into a perfect knot and kissed him. “Relax, you’re gonna nail this interview.”

He pulled her close, “Thanks.”

She glanced at the clock and frowned.“So what time did you say it was?”

His gaze landed on the wall calendar below the clock. “Shit,” he said, yanking the tie loose, “It’s tomorrow.”

Carol’s laugh followed him down the hall.

I Hope I Nudged Your world

 This is In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Last Words.”  (Cow Pasture Chronicles isn’t going anywhere) 🙂

reikland_paper-1 - Version 4I don’t know quite how to say this, but this is my last post. I toyed with the idea of just disappearing, knowing  you would stop visiting, eventually. I imagined my fellow fence jumpers climbing back over the fence in search of greener pastures, and becoming a distant memory or even forgotten.

But, something stopped me. First of all, I have always believed words matter. The words we say, write, and share have great potential to touch those around us. They can mend fences, relationships, encourage, delight and sometimes hurt. But, how sad the world would be without words.

Secondly, I pray the words I’ve shared will be a legacy, of sorts, for those I leave behind. Perhaps, my grandchildren, or their children’s children will get to know me and be inspired. Maybe not, but a woman can hope.

It is with great sadness to know my journey is over, but what a journey it has been. I pray that somewhere along the way, I touched you, inspired you, or gave you a moment’s respite. I know being a part of this community of writers changed my world. So,thank you.

Dirty Martini Memories

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Written for  Lillie Mcferrin’s Five Sentence Fiction: Prompt – Forgotten

She sat on the blanket, opened the flask, and poured the chilled liquid into the glasses tittering on the grass between them. “Made them just the way you like them, up dirty, bruised with blue cheese olives.”

The breeze stirred and she could have sworn it brought the scent of Chanel.

She smiled as memories flooded her mind and lifted the glass high. “To my dearest friend, you have not been forgotten.”

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Eyes Like Sapphire

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Death does not haunt me. I see it every day in my line of work. You get use to the inhumanity of man after a while. An anonymous call brought us to the back alley.

She lay, naked and exposed, off the path of the bottle strewn lane. Her exquisite porcelain skin glistened with morning dew and a manicured hand rested against the splay of her black, silken hair.

The color of her open eyes, the way they spoke to me is what I remember most. The blue was sapphire, piercing, and cold. They haunt me still.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#16 The prompt this week links these together:     …the blue was sapphire…