some say, the sweetness of time
is to enjoy its passage
yet i want to harness this moment
and not let go
the past wants me back
the future won’t wait
but here and now is where it’s at
oh, how i will savor
the sweetness of time's passage
with my presence
This is my maiden voyage into the realm of the Friday Fictioneers. I was encouraged by my fellow writer and poet, Bill @ Our Literary Journey. A big shout out to Rochelle @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge she presents is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by Ted Strutz. My challenge is to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Wish me luck!
Story title: Madness Genre: Mystery Word Count: 99 ************************************
“Are we a normal family,” he asked. "Shhh," I whispered. "We are a mad lot, we creatives, but you know that darling. You’re as mad as they come." "Am I?" he sulked. "How else do you explain the murals on our walls and the chain on the front door? I can only imagine what the place looks like to the outside world. The groundskeeper ran off after your last fit some decades ago." "Has it been that long, Sister?" "Longer, I fear, but one day when they open this house it will be a shrine to your creative madness."
as a child born to the low country of South Carolina, it was a well known fact that the swelter of summer caused women to glow, men to sweat, and a scant few we’re said to shine efforts to ward off glowing, sweating, or shining we’re met in earnest seasoning was discouraged retreat into the cold conditioned air was remedy enough the cure conjured ~ brain freeze now, as an elder of the northern highlands, in the dry heat of late summer, i prefer to season and conjure up my shine