Sunday, January 12, 2014


Today's muse:

I attended my writing circle’s monthly breakfast meeting on Saturday. Due to family commitments, this is something I haven’t been able to do for quite some time. It was inspiring and I realized how much I miss meeting with such a gifted group of people.

The format has changed somewhat since the last time I attended. There is now a writing prompt…after all, I would expect nothing less from a writing group.

Saturday’s writing prompt at the WCDR breakfast: five minutes to write a postcard story.

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He brought her a gift—he always brought a gift; as if the weekly tithe would dispel her anger and forgive his sins.

It was expensive, as were all his gifts, but the dainty pendant lay cold between her small breasts.

He fingered the gold cross she now wore, his hands travelling lower. “Do you like it?”

The fog of bourbon smothered her as his mouth crushed hers and she fought the bile that rode high in her throat.

“I like it,” she whispered.

The lie, she told herself, was a small price to pay to be daddy’s little girl.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014


Today's muse: Three Word Wednesday

Today's prompts are: gorgeous, jittery, outrageous

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It’s a new year and I have no reason to believe that anything will change from the last one. In fact, I expect it to be worse. Not because you will share it with me, but because I will let you.

There was a time you thought I was gorgeous, when a single touch from you made me jittery with need. Now, I sleep alone—as do you—and I comfort myself with outrageous fantasies of another man’s hands and mouth worshipping me.

I believe that we create our own destiny, and if I want to leave, I know I can. I’ve done it before and I can do it again. I would survive, I would move on.

The thing of it is, the first divorce almost killed me—or rather, my thoughts did. The despair I felt dragged me into a dark cave that took years to crawl from. My thoughts are not exactly warm and fuzzy these days, but I know one thing: it would piss you off more if I lived, than not.

And that’s what keeps me going.