On those days when despair (threatens to) sweep you away and dark vines seek to enthral your soul When Tolstoy’s ‘War and Peace’ seems lighter than the your thoughts ...... when the dog barks when the bee stings when your... Continue Reading →
The seamstress of doom poses provocatively with full-rounded breasts Trust - her enemy while lust is her currency Her machinations woven with the immaculate accuracy of master tailors -disguised as empathy Your pain is her fuel which she uses to... Continue Reading →
I open the fan inscribed with my sister's writing Many-a-word she has laid bare I read her words for me only - to share "I've been in hell for many a year but don't cry for me don't shed a... Continue Reading →
Linda coughed painfully. She clutched 3 year-old Jessica tightly. "MA'AM! WE NEED TO MOVE BACK - NOW!" shouted a nearby fireman, "THE FIRE'S........ Finish the story in Tales in Teacups ©Vivian Zems Flash Fictioneers with Rochelle Image: J. Hardy Carroll
