Darkness My Old Friend

This post is written for Emilia’s Picture It and Write Challenge. dark-allyway He could here the sirens. The police sirens. The police that were after him. The neighbor had called the police after hearing the gunfire. She was dead. He had made sure of that.

The night hides the crime

Passion gone bad rules  again

Darkness my old friend

pictureitandwrite2copy-1

The Sailing Ship — A Haibun

Written for Friday Fictioneers. My story starts after the photo. For other stories click on the blue frog at the end of this post. Enjoy!

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Georgia Koch
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

 

 

Her folks were against their marriage  from the beginning. It will never work out they said! Never in a million years.

Opposites attract she replied. Love will conquer all and all those arguments. He, for his part, felt the same. A life together with unlimited freedom and possibilities.

The kids made it difficult. Staying at home was not what she had envisioned. The dreams of trips to Paris and Rome were but vague memories.

When he did leave they offered her advice.

That ship has sailed she replied.

hurt feelings surround

love never gives up her dead

survival the game

Dark Streets, Dark Times — A Haibun

Written for Haibun Thinking. For some other stories click on the blue frog at the bottom of this post.

© Arthur Browne
© Arthur Browne

His father died in 2006. He wasn’t yet forty when he took his life.

He went home for his memorial service. The once small town had grown quite large in his absence. Shops filled what before were decaying buildings. The tourist trade had accounted for this turn around he thought. Most of the roads were paved now, including the old rutted main street that he remembered. Strangers were everywhere but no old friends were to be found.

There was a fine restaurant where the butcher was previously located. Yet the town still seemed almost the same to him. The family old church still stood at the end of the alley. More tourist now than congregation.

His mother and his eldest sister had died at the age of fifty-five. He knows he is living  on borrowed time. Perhaps he has the way to end  things on his terms. He continues on.

twilight looms again

another gloomy day gone

the night is his friend

 

 

 

Haibun Thinking — Transition

Vermont Red Barn
Vermont Red Barn — Photo Credit — Danny James

 

That summer we spent between homes. Pulling up roots after fifteen years was quite an ordeal.

The old home sold in the first week. The new home being built would not be ready for three months. The solution that worked for us was to rent a condo for those three months. In Vermont! A long way from our new home being built  in Florida. Both looking forward to what retirement will bring.

Short summer blooms here

Rushing forward way to fast

Our winter starts now

 

 

Hanibun Thinking Week 6 — The Day After

In response to Haibun Thinking.

LITERATURE QUOTE:

Today you are you!
That is truer than true!
There is no one alive who is you-er than you!

~ Dr Seuss

haibun4plus21

As Jim dragged himself from his meeting his sponsor joined him in a walk to his car.

“It’s Ok Jim. A lot of us have experienced what you just went through.”

“But I was doing so well. Last week I picked up my blue chip and now I have to start over again”

“Look at it this way. After a year did you like the you in the mirror.

“Yes”

“Do you like the you today?”

“I feel terrible. I feel like I let you, my sponsor, down along with the entire fellowship”

“It didn’t take long after you relapsed to revert to the old terrible  you, did it?

“No I thought I could have just one but that led to three and eventually back to my old drunken ways”

“Well tonight  you picked up  another  white chip. It means you want the new you and not that terrible person you were before. I think you will make it this time.”

in times of trouble

seek progress not perfection

one day at a time

Friday Fictioneers

The Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be found here (FF).

Copyright -Sandra Crook

As a young boy  I liked to help my grandfather bale the straw, load it on his tractor  and then drive that old tractor to the outskirts of town and sell to the local crop dealer. He taught me to drive that old Ford tractor before I could drive a car. Some days we had to wait in line before we could unload our tractor. While he waited in line I went inside to  spend some  time  with the other boys my age.  I was having a ball.

But one day,  while waiting,  he accidentally left me there by myself.

Word count = 100

The Cave — Picture It & Write

This post is in response to ermilia.

by Jonathan Taylor Sweet

Tell me again about the past

The one where everything was green or blue

Why now just us

In this winter cave

I only see the future and in this dream there is but one of us

<a href="http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/" target="_blank"><img src="https://i2.wp.com/i115.photobucket.com/albums/n320/LadySerendipity/pictureitandwrite2copy-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>

Halibun

Haibun Thinking,  interpretations of the Japanese Haibun, a literary form which explores the relationship between the human experience and nature.

The Prompt I chose:

© Anja Partin
ART © Anja Partin – Oh Pithy Me

I once heard you sing. It still is a musical memory I can’t forget.

I was backstage when you came on. They tell me the wait is what made you nervous.

On stage your voice became hoarse and wheezy and you found  it hard to dance.

You had been amazing at Monterrey and even though this night you  were not at your best , you were still better than the rest.

I think it had a lot to do with Southern Comfort. After all, you danced a masochistic tango with the bottle.

A tumultuous love and a fatal dalliance with drugs all because of your feelings of rejection by your friends.

her voice inspires me

never to be heard again

a mercedes benz

Friday Fictioneers — On Strike

This post was written for the Friday Fictioneers based on the prompt below.

Copyright -Claire Fuller
Copyright -Claire Fuller

“Your father is in there Tony. They are on strike against the company. The local diner across the street is providing their meals free of charge. And they have elected their own mayor and police to maintain order. Any person who breaks the rules will be given a trial and punishments ranging  from washing dishes to being expelled from the plant. Just like a little city. Look, see the man with the busy eyebrows? He’s the company’s leader. He’s meeting with your father now.”

up against the man

down for right now but not out

brighter tomorrow

Word count 99