Hello, all. I saw Hugh’s photo challenge, and considering that he would kindly make a £1 donation (up to £250) to The Dogs Trust*, I knew I just had to tag along.
And now, the right jolly old elf who perches atop our tree (apologies for the not-so-clear photo).
Thanks, Hugh, and again, happy holidays to you all, wherever you are!
*The UK’s largest dog-welfare charity. They do great things for canine critters (and the peoplekind who love them); check them out!
From the anthology Ides: A Collection of Poetry Chapbooks, available at Amazon, and featuring WordPress’ own, poet and blogger Robert Okaji.
And two lasts, but certainly not leasts:
I move therefore I eat therefore I move some more . . .
However you might be celebrating this season, if at all, I wish you the very best.
My wish, with my fiction, is never to harm or cause a traumatic flashback, but rather to express empathy, teach, show, embolden, entertain, and/or, when appropriate, enrage or frighten. That said, be aware that this microfiction story contains a disturbing aspect of physical (child) abuse and raises aspects of sexism and rape. If these are triggers for you, you might want to skip reading this.
Photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
WHAT DOESN’T DESERT HER
Genre: Realistic, literary fiction
WORD COUNT: 100
Lorraine stands at the sink fronting purposefully leviathan window panes, mind muted by the task of sanitizing everything. The scene outside beckons her backward.