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Friday Fictioneers – Forgotten Dresses

Lanky and odd with gentle features, Johnny’s pa called him “sissy boy”. He served bloody noses and fat lips in hopes of toughening the boy up.

Johnny collected forgotten dresses from his older sister’s closet and hid them in the old shed. When he thought no one was peeking he slid their silken fabrics over his skin.

One night nosy Mary-Ann wouldn’t leave him alone.

He tried to escape his older sisters prying eyes but found himself cornered when she threw open the creaky shed door.

“You really should ask before borrowing clothes, that zipper is tricky, let me help.”

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PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller

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Posted in What Pegman Saw

What Pegman Saw – Two Lovers

Mdina’s the silent city. Secrets it keeps, formed in corners and alleyways, hidden beneath the streets.

Pegman wanted to see the catacombs I’m sure, the little guy likes hanging out with dusty memories.

He rounded the corner and what did he find?

Two lovers under cover of shadows.

It was clear, he says, they knew one another though obvious enough they weren’t meant to be pinned against that cathedral wall together.

From what he could gather, the little dude could be a spy, it was her honeymoon but not with that guy.

He was some fly by the seat guitar playin’ hippie you see and she was daddy’s little princess, betrothed to a man of his “heavy influencing”.

She visits the old city in the summers now with a child named Paul. They journey the streets and she talks of memories.

But there’s one she won’t say, out loud anyway.

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Word Count: 150

This was written for the What Pegman Saw challenge, every week a location is picked and a story is written in 150 words or less. Rules here and this weeks location, Mdina Malta.

Posted in Word Prompt

What Secrets This Lake Keeps

What secrets this lake keeps
When the dark nights rain
And it’s just humid enough
For the lake to stain
With the ghost of clouds
That couldn’t quite take flight.
There’s a story here
Only unfolding in those nights.
Billy lives in that mansion across the way.
Him, his mistress and a perfect family.
He shines the spotlight over the lake
When the fogs settle in thick.
Billy claims it’s for the speedsters,
Whipping in and out,
Keeps them quick.
But I know the truth,
Of Billy and the lake
And the girl he vowed to take
As his first, his wife.
His heart and soul she was.
Until one day sweet Billy found her
Facedown in the red mud;
Gunshot wounds
To the back and head.
The gun was his
And sweet Billy was no saint.
Scared, he hid
Her body at the bottom of the lake.
Now he shines his spotlight,
When the fogs coat the waters thick
To keep the specter of his love
From spilling his secrets like oil slicks.


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Wrong Direction

Do you remember the days
When we’d hang off the bed?
Upside down, until the blood
Rushed to our heads?
We’d watch the world,
Through pulsing red tinted glasses.
Everything looked so different
When you were watching it
From the wrong direction.

When we’d hide from everyone,
Lost in our own private conversations?
We were always worlds apart,
Yet somehow, we ended up in each other’s arms.
Do you remember all my secrets?
Like the ones we whispered in the dark,
So not even the creeping wind could hear?
Do you carry them gently in your heart?
Do you crush them in the palm of your hand?

I saw you yesterday;
Hands in your pockets,
Watching the ground,
Guarding your bleeding heart
And speaking softly to my soul.
I started to ask you,
But you were heading off.
I couldn’t help but feel
It was the wrong direction.


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