Joyous

I asked again; she said yes.


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The holidays always make me think of my grandparents. When I saw the prompt for the Sometimes Steller Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge (that’s a mouthful) my mind immediately went to their 50th wedding anniversary. Now, as an adult, I can recognize that there was little happy about that event. But that comes with knowing the backstory I wasn’t privy to then. I was young, and to me, it was a joyous occasion.

I wanted that kind of love – the kind that could make a woman say yes again to her husband, even after 50 years.


A big thank you to Sometimes Stellar Storyteller for the prompt Joyous, and please, dear readers, know that this contest’s winner is chosen by “likes” generated on the comment on the original post. I am linking my six sentence story here, if you’d be so kind as it give it a like, and check out the other amazing entries. Thank you.

To M.

Of few things am I certain,
but that there is something magical in the Christmas holiday,
and perhaps it is only the sparkling paper
and cinnamon scented kitchen air,
but you, I find, are transformed in these moments
and I see in your smile the boy you were
before you lost enough to turn you into the man you are.

© Laura A. Lord


Thank you to the prompt over at Miniature Writing Challenge. You can find this week’s prompt below:

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From Miniature Writing Challenge #22

Winter. Rain. Snow. Cold. Christmas…

As the year dwindles to mere days, it brings along these familiar words. This week’s theme is centered around the coldest season of the year, its traits and the celebrations it brings along with it.

 

In Whispers

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Creative Commons: Flickr User, thamimzy, Quiet

I am the powerful voice of the masses
spinning tales from the lectern.

I insist, I’ve something to say here.

I am hanging by one precarious thread,
dangling off Charlotte’s web.

I had the words, until

I became blind by people
the hot coal of their voices
seeped past my ear drums
and burnt the rods and
safety cones that kept me in line

I think I knew what I meant to say.
I had a powerful voice, once.
I had the pen, the words, the wonder.
I had the lecture hall full and then
I stopped and spoke in whispers.

© Laura A. Lord, 2015


Thank you to The Sunday Whirl and their wordle prompt.

More of You

The Prompt

A dream is a wish your heart makes” – Cinderella

What do you dream of? What are your hopes? What do you wish for?


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a bright lace painting along your cheek,
dancing dust motes drift by your lips
and I hope for a few more moments in this place,
for more of you.

© Laura A. Lord 2015


You can join in the weekly prompt at the Miniature Writing Challenge, here.