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How long must she wait on the dock of unrequited love before she allows the sea to swallow her heart?
her tears burn as she falls into a cresting wave
so turbulent is the storm of her sorrow
she drowns in silence
Poetry ~ The Storm of Love
Poetry ~ The Widow
she feigns a laugh before she cries a broken heart with no goodbyes pain and sorrow have burrowed in her lover's eyes, a face gone dim oh, cruel the time, tick-tock, the years deeply etched lines channel her tears an empty vessel, she sets course her sails billow as winds blow north upon life’s ocean, vast and deep fate beckons, no time to weep
Friday Fictioneers: Expecting
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“Darling, look what I found on my walk this morning,” she smiled, struggling to get the highchair through the door.
“Hey, I can help, but aren’t we a tad late in life for a baby?”
She smiled at her husband of thirty years. “Yes, but if you check your messages, you’ll see that your mistress is expecting.”
He dropped his phone and watched dumbfounded as she pulled her suitcase from the closet.
“Where are you going?”
“My lover is flying me to his island. I’ll be drinking margaritas on the beach while you’re changing diapers. Enjoy your new life, darling.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A big shout out to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by Roger Bultot. My challenge was to write a complete story in 100 words or less. This story is exactly 100 words!
