Friday Fictioneers – We Were Just Children

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll   Sitting behind me, as fate would have it, as you drag your finger across my back, I know it’s you.  The faintest touch of a dizzily dragging finger that makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck like you knew it would.  But we wereContinue reading “Friday Fictioneers – We Were Just Children”

Chop Chop!

The date at 6.  The clock at 5.  Everyone waiting for me to arrive like festivities barred behind brittle little braces and I’m the Straw that breaks its back.  I want to be there.  I want more time with you all.  But painful is the prodding that produces this person to patiently mosey around fromContinue reading “Chop Chop!”