having wandered off from the festivities without so much as a by-your-leave, for hers was an elegant melancholy that found such revelry abrasive, she made her way to the sun room revealing night sky. she had returned to the solstice tree with its decorations as sparse as the hillside in the coming season, and, while the party raged on high spirits, celebrated with a solitary jubilation. Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge #25: The Red Tree
he was like Cary Grant in a tuxedo that fit just right even while dashing toward some Monte Carlo casino toward the object of his desire within except this isn’t Monte Carlo and he wasn’t wearing a tux but other than that it was just like that
PhoTablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge #87
there you are scampering about the open field with thunderstorm overhead with bottle in hand trying to catch lightning again that first one caught way way back when now tucked away in the closet next to a box of books this time the thunderstorm only threatens no bolts to gather just promises nothing pierces the air this time
testing testing rich and poor young and old the pious and the wicked living on a new stage testing one… waiting to see two… who drew the short straw three The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge #65 | stage | short | young | test | live |
Specks and Fragments 