Gift of Life

I’ve thought long and hard about what to write for this prompt. I usually share stories, shorts or work in progress and not much about my life. I keep that for comments exchanged with people on the blogosphere whom I connect with on a more regular basis. I was going to stick to that but…

When Life’s in the Way…

In the best of ways. You know how sometimes life has this uncanny way of throwing curve balls at you, not one but several at a time and you can only strive to catch them all? Well, that’s what’s been happening to me and the reason I haven’t been writing a whole lot lately. I’m nowhere…

New Beginning

The sun and blue sky: Beautiful sights for the eye Symbols of freedom. One last look at the prison A clean slate they said: debt paid. ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Clean

Heart’s Choices

The only choice in Life is to love as you will. She loves her girlfriend. Society will resist, Condemn her choice. She won’t care. ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Resist

Stage of Grief

The scent of jasmine Permeating everything From linen to walls. Each room of the house seems to Deny she’s gone. As does he. ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Scent

A Child’s Dream

He watched the ship sail, Carry away his father Take his mother’s hope. Someday he’ll sail away too The world is bigger than love. ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Someday

500 Followers Thank You

Well what a pleasant surprise! I woke up this morning to find that I have reached the 500 subscribers mark. Today’s Thanksgiving in the USA and though it’s not a tradition I’ve ever really picked up during my decade in Canada, I still know that this particular Thanksgiving there’s a lot I should be thankful for…

Eclipse ~ Senses

The light dimmed, the temperature dropped. Anna had always found eclipses fascinating: the idea that it was night in the middle of the day was something totally amazing. She knew many people enjoyed them, studied them, stopped working to watch them. But for her it was something she experienced physically. Always. She felt it in…

Cake ~ Unhappy Birthday

She looked at the cake, as everyone wished her a happy birthday. Hands resting on her lap, she wondered. Would there be any more happy days? Birthday or no? She didn’t want to be here; every smile hurt. Each candle evoked the darkness she was living in. Each person present was a painful reminder that…

Angry ~ Denial

As she checked her agenda, Beth was more than a little angry. She’d always separated her private and professional lives, ensuring they never overlapped. It kept things simple. Jobs came and went; she didn’t get attached to people. She could be there one day and not the next, same with her colleagues. So she didn’t…

Sacrifice/The Hanged Man ~ Hard Choice

She took a deep breath and exhaled. Pressing her hands together, she stopped their trembling. Her choice was made; nothing left but to do what was needed. One final look at her face in the mirror; she hadn’t overdone the make-up but it did its job. She smiled. Yes. Perfect. Standing, she pressed her dress…

Voice ~ Mute

She sat there, eyes closed, lost in the music, lost in the voices. The two sopranos were phenomenal and the way their voices wove the story, twining together gave her goosebumps. She might even have cried a little. She wouldn’t admit it though. She loved concerts and operas and musicals. “So Amy? What did you…