Learning About T.L.C.

(a shadorma)

I watch her
as she watches him
tender hands
loving care
never far from his bedside
as he fades away

P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Asides 2012 PAD Challenge Day 30: write a “fade away” poem.


Fresh Starts…And New Beginnings

photo prompt from Flashy Fiction

As if muffled by the blanket of white outside, the house was quiet except for the soft crackle of the fire in the fireplace—and Sarah’s gentle humming.

Moving silently through the motions in the kitchen, her heart felt light. Circumstances hadn’t changed—yet, looking out the window and seeing the fresh snow did her some good. Well…that and what she couldn’t see underneath the snow.


Robert was awake. It was so good to have him home—but Sarah wondered how long it would be until he was really there. His voice didn’t sound the same. His words, not clearly enunciated, were few and far between.

“Mom?” he called again. “Are…you…there?”

“Yes, Robert—I’m here in the kitchen. I’ll be right there with some soup for you, Honey.”

Placing everything on a tray, Sarah rounded the corner to the family room where Robert had been sleeping by the warmth of the fire. She pulled up short as if seeing him again for the first time. She was glad Robert was looking the other way.

Her eyes moved slowly over his mangled and bandaged body. She looked briefly away, blinking back tears, glancing again out the window at the new fallen snow: it wasn’t just hiding the mangled barbed wire fencing that nearly took Robert’s life while snowmobiling; no…it was giving Sarah hope for fresh starts and new beginnings.

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Written for the photo prompt at Flashy Fiction.

Flashy Fiction

"Bicycle" -- picture prompt at Flashy Fiction

The sky was bluer than she had seen in several days. The rain and gloom of early spring had been wearing on them both. The warmth of the sunshine would be good for him.

Parking her bike along the side of the house as she did every day, Lily carried her basket of fresh bread and fruit up to his flat. Letting herself in, she began to softly hum the melody of the glorious day — hope and joy permeating each note. She smiled as she thought about her tune being carried to his ears, filling his dreams with her song.

Breakfast tray in hand, Lily wound her way to the back bedroom. Again a smile graced her face as she saw the light streaming through the parted curtains. He had been awake at some point and saw the sunshine, because it was now resting on his beautiful, peaceful face. She didn’t want to disturb his rest; quietly placing the tray on the bed next to him, she saw the paper in his hand.

Carefully sliding the paper from his grip she read his barely legible words:

Your love has carried me through dark days. It is very fitting that the sun would shine today, as I know my days here in this world are ending. On sunbeams and smiles will I be ushered from this life to the next. Remember my words, sweet daughter:


battles surge
all around…a world
where wars are
fought; and can-
cer kills; yet…
my hope rests in this: life’s
not just a dead end

I love you.


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This was a new venture for me — my first foray into “flash fiction.” There’s a great site for a daily prompt — click on the picture to take you there. Explore, read, write!

As a slight twist, I incorporated a poem into my flash of fiction. Dead End was posted to my blog yesterday.