Trumped.

Cheney366skies, Daily Photo, Fiction, Writing Challenges5 Comments

  “Estos Americanos pueden besar mi culo!” Father cursed at the middle finger America raised with her soil upon our arrival. I had expected clear skies and grand trees and was left bereft. My father, incensed. Dreams trump reality. There’s no turning back.

Discretion Pays

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“There’s someone at the door!” “They can knock all they want to, dearie. I know my house. I know they won’t be able to hear you scream.” Outside, the mailman takes his tip from the box. He’s paid enough to never tell.

Little Paper Heart

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“Mommy?” “I’m busy.” “Mommy, look at what I made!” “Not now, I’m watching my show.” “Mommy, look, it’s a picture I drew for you.” “I’ll look at it later.” “Mommy, please, LOOK!” “Not NOW!” She walks away, picture fluttering¬†to the floor.

Not For Me

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I ask with ¬†my smiles I ask swinging my hips I ask with hot meals and Sweet desserts I ask shyly I ask opening my legs I ask with witty Profile descriptions I ask for love But the answer Is always No Thank you to all who read this sad little poem and voted for me this week. I am … Read More

Somewhere Out There

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I watched along with the rest of the interested world, the craters and plains and rises coming into focus, coming into color and life. But then I turned my eyes away and looked farther beyond, Into the black, forgotten void Toward home.