Category: Bladder cancer

I didn’t mean any of it. Really, I didn’t, especially hurting you. It was a mistake, a stupid thing to do and now I don’t know if you’ll forgive me. I could argue I had too much to drink and it loosened my inhabitions, but we were not drinking. I could say I had a bad day at work, and took it out on you, but you know I love my job. Possibly you would believe I received bad news and was feeling heartbroken, but I would have shared it with you first. Maybe I could just not say anything and let you think the worst.

Is it the truth? I don’t think it is, don’t want you to think it could be. After all this time together, how could it be? You are my love, my life. I can’t imagine, can I, ever being separated from you, from “us”. And yet, it happened.

The night, the party of four, the dinner, the dancing, the too-close dancing. I didn’t mean anything by it, at least I don’t think I did. Was I pulling her too close? Was it some kind of male driven instinct when she brushed me? Or was her move intended? Was my response deliberate?  

Of course it was a mistake to dance with her, she was the flirtatious friend we all have. The one that supposedly innocently looks at you while your wife is turned away. That look, that secretive smile that she steals when your spouses aren’t watching.  

But it’s still my fault. I should have refused to dance, especially after that look. Something made me ask her to dance. I want to tell you I didn’t mean any of it, but can I honestly say that?

https://whatthehellisreal.wordpress.com/2017/05/18/photo-fiction-88/

Sitting here by the pool
Don’t take me for any fool
My dress is discreet
While dangling my feet
In the blue water oh so cool.

To complete my innocent look
I’m pretending to read a book
I’m hoping to snare
An observer rare
My appearance is just a hook.

I want a man, not just any fare,
But a thoughtful one beyond compare
That sees I obviously have a brain
And dress so no one can complain
Just showing feet that are bare.

Sounds like deceit I hear you scold,
The whole story you haven’t told
You’re seeking a dream
A ridiculous scheme
You need someone much wiser, or old.

I suppose they’re right
I shouldn’t fight
To retrieve what yet isn’t mine
Wise? I can hope, but also fine
Of this type, is there a blight?

I hope for my sake
My search will not take
Hours here in the pool
It’s starting to cool
And my feet are starting to ache.



https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/05/18/daily-picture-prompt-143/

I’m not a peruser of fashion

It’s certainly not my passion

But received an e-mail

This dress did entail.

At this website I’ve looked for jewelry

And other things of tomfoolery

But is this a farce

Of stitchery arts?

Or, am I the only one

To think using this to cover your bum

Is not only a dress

But a designer’s mess?

And added news?

Look at those shoes!

So tell me friends

Is this the new trend?

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/farce/

I’m standing here, tiptoes on the chair, looking out at another rainy day. It’s cloudy and difficult to see, but the drops coming in under the edges have me worried. If the water continues it shouldn’t cause any harm, for the window is quite a few feet above the floor. My bed of straw and linen should remain dry but just in case, I drop down from the window ledge and secure it in the farthest corner.

They bring drinking water almost every day, but I put my metal cup under the sill, hoping to catch some fresh rainwater to cleanse my hair. I think that is what I miss most. The simple washing of my body in a free running stream or waterfall, but I can’t dwell on it. Thinking of what may never be attained is not good.

I’ve scratched a mark for each of the eighty-six days I’ve been here. I committed no crime, unless being the daughter of a miller is one. We led what I assumed to be a completely innocent life. Hard work of a peasant family to supply grain to the king seemed innocent enough to me.  

When they came to incarcerate us, I overheard a few comments about secret messages being passed between my father and Robin. If it was the infamous Robin of Locksley, I do not know. I only know I am here, alone. I don’t know for how long, or if I’ll ever be free, and that is all.

Thursday photo prompt: Inside-out #writephoto

“What are you looking at? Is that all you have to do all day, sit on your bike and stare at people?”

He turned and kept on walking.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/05/17/daily-picture-prompt-142-2/

It’s kismet, that’s what they used to say, when something you thought was elusive and unexpected, but deserved, comes your way. It’s usually a shard of something you never thought would occur, especially at thirteen. But it came, the realization of your gift of youth.

At this point in your short span of life you cannot grasp the magnitude of many things, especially not your abilities or advantages. You look to your grandfather, sitting in his chair, feeling disgraced by his lack of self control. You feel helpless as he concentrates on ketas while you are just happy not to be weeding the garden. He would probably love to be able do that simple chore.

It’s no disgrace at your age to enjoy the day, and your friends that engulf you with their jokes and laughter. The colors of your world are bright and your grandfather’s are dimming.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/05/15/wordle-155/

Kyla @ DeviantArt

Can you see me?

Do I want you to see me?

No.

The paint, the colors, all to hide

The real me.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/05/16/photo-challenge-165/

Have you ever been on the edge
Not on your bed, or even a ledge
But of laughing or crying
But someone’s spying
So you muffle and hide it instead?
This is me with some blogs
Can’t just act like a log
I quickly react
To every fact
Presented as I sit and peruse
Especially the blogs from Suze
I’m constantly on the precipice
Sitting here in my edifice
Laughing, as usual, entertained
By her stories, humorously veined.
Now if you wake up doubtful
Your lips are poutful
Pull up a chair
Check out her lair.
At http://www.suziland.net

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/precipice/

People tend to hide

What they feel inside

Keep opinions quiet

To cause no riots

They try to stay calm

Because they have qualms?

Or maybe it’s fear

Of how they appear.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/qualm/

There it is, the huge contraption that will ruin my life. Funny how odd it is to think of all the plans I made, the years of trying everything to find no solution. All of that comes down to this bright orange monstrosity just sitting there so innocently. 
 
Who would have thought my plans, even my final success would be spoiled by such a machine? This whole area was a dump, a garbage dump, a place for unwanted refuse and trash. It was a perfect place for her to rest. If rest was indeed her goal, I’ll never know or want to. In her lifetime she was deceitful, uncaring and cruel. The fact that now I am a product and copy of that does hold some irony. But it was the only answer. The sudden disappearance of an old retired government worker, who would really care?  

No one, that’s who! She cared for no one. It took me a few years to realize I had not met the woman I thought I adored at first sight. Years of being blamed for everything. Yes, it was all me. And in the end, it WAS me.

https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2017/05/17/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2017-week-21/