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Foolish Games

She stares into her bathroom mirror, a smug smile upon her face.  She did it!  She revealed herself to her lover’s wife during the celebration of their twentieth wedding anniversary.  A posh restaurant, a shared bottle of champagne, live piano music…  Perfect, except for the unexpected guest.  She giggles at the recent memory.  He andContinue reading “Foolish Games”

Holiday Party

The annual “Holiday Party” – ugh!  The announcement specifically states that one is not obligated to attend.  Yeah, right…  I mentally prepare myself by focusing on a splendid evening with colleagues who I consider friends.  But the reality of the whole affair (based on prior experience) sits just under the surface.  The underlying resentment towardContinue reading “Holiday Party”

Sunday Interrupted

A lovely lazy Sunday morning with nothing to do but watch the day unfold. I indulge in a second cup of coffee, extracting the newspaper’s comic section. Knock, knock! Sigh… I open the front door with much trepidation and am handed an envelope by a twitchy courier. Stamped on the back is the distinctive hallmarkContinue reading “Sunday Interrupted”

Memory Lane

I stand at the beginning of Memory Lane, taking in its linear perspective. A row of connected townhomes line the sidewalk to the right as far as the eye can see. To the left is a row of manicured trees framing the city’s botanical garden. A beautiful street that holds many memories for me andContinue reading “Memory Lane”

Shrouded In Mist

The castle looms in the distance – a potential place of refuge. It appears to float in the sky, shrouded in mist. I imagine a labyrinth of discombobulating hallways and twisting staircases within the castle walls. I advance with a tentative and delicate step, as if moving to the rhythm of an adagio. A pathContinue reading “Shrouded In Mist”

A Fallen Leader

Reposting this piece of prose from 2021 in response to “Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – #143 – 5/16/23 – Picturesque.” It all starts with a vigorous walk in the woods. An opportunity to stretch my legs and get my heart and lungs pumping after a prolonged period of sedentary isolation. I divert from my usual routeContinue reading “A Fallen Leader”

Secrets Between Them

A perfect marriage? Almost… Just a few idiosyncrasies that marred the otherwise harmonious existence between them. A little coolness at the other’s touch. A snappy retort at the other’s constructive criticism. If only they had disclosed the demons of their past. [Skeletons lurking beneath the surface. Their grins wide and mouths gaping with stories untold.]Continue reading “Secrets Between Them”

Path Of Change

I have walked this path all winter. Lackluster is how I would describe it, but it is an easy stroll and provides much needed leg stretching. The rains have come and I dare walk the path; a muddy river bottom. I see little shoots of green beginning to rise from the soil and the treesContinue reading “Path Of Change”

No Control

I know it appears I’m staring incoherently as I process the meaning of those jarring words. I understand what is happening; likely better than the specialists surrounding my bed, uttering conciliatory sentiments. These well-intentioned practitioners are determined to make me complacent. It is not an issue of coming to terms with my predicament. It’s aContinue reading “No Control”