Posted in flash fiction

Add Coffee

It’s day three. I still have not had coffee. My husband, my loving, sweet, honorable husband has had beer. 

Of course.

“We’re in Germany!” So he had beer.

I poked at my half eaten fish and stared daggers through him. I told myself I wouldn’t sleep until I came up with the perfect revenge; until I could wipe that smug look away. He thought he found the perfect out.

He drank while watching the football game.

“It’s tradition! We’re supposed to!”

That was day two of our stupid pact.  

Oh, but today is day three. Today is MY day.

And there is nothing my sweet, loving husband hates more than history.

Lucky me, Frankfurt Cathedral offers a three hour tour, chock full of history and led by the most boring priest. 

“We have to go! The history! But I think I’ll have some coffee to stay awake.”

For What Pegman Saw. This weeks location is Frankfurt, Germany

Word Count: 147


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Posted in flash fiction

Everything That Ever Was – What Pegman Saw

There’s something to be said for being an empath in an abandoned city.

It seems everywhere I step is full of energy, an oddity considering no one’s lived here for decades. The air still hangs thick, even on the cool days, it’s electrified. A man once asked me exactly what I saw in this old city.

You see, it’s not the fear. It’s not the energy expelled in those last few precious moments that binds me here. I think there’s something else, something more that leaked beneath the surface that day.

It’s the memories. It’s everything that ever was and everything that never could be. It’s every smell and slight wind blown treasure which was lost that day.

The energy from those moments, those dreams, those regrets ooze from the blades of grass and dying leaves. They hang in the air, waiting to stir.

That’s the energy binding me here.

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Word Count: 150

A write up for What Pegman Saw, rules here and this weeks location, Pripyat, Ukraine.

I did not take this picture from google earth per the rules. It’s from this article.

I may be a little odd. I would kill to visit this location (not literally kill, despite what I write I wouldn’t do that). The pictures coming out of Pripyat have been amazing, the aura that leaks through them is palpable. I’d be terrified the entire time I was there but I would go in a heartbeat.

Posted in stream of consciousness

Sum of Our Moments

We travel these paths, burdened with purpose and prose, in hopes that we’ll not long travel alone.

In your eyes I find a spirit, a soul, a beacon that flashes through the darkness of my night.

A thousand words I know but not one that can express the way my soul reaches for yours.

Are our arms enough, will we be able to reach, when our spirits entangle across this space?

In my bones I ache, every inch of my being screams to stay, rattling my steps as I back away.

Because we’re just people, different, incomplete and the sum of our moments is lost on me.