#FWF Free Write Friday; Gratitude
Memories of yesterdays
Wishing I could go back
Laughter and chatter
Kids racing outside
Daddy’s…
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#FWF Free Write Friday; Gratitude
Memories of yesterdays
Wishing I could go back
Laughter and chatter
Kids racing outside
Daddy’s snoring
Mommy’s gossip
My head laying peacefully
In Grandma’s lap
Belly full yet more dessert
Today I didn’t hear no
Oh what I wouldn’t give
To see Grandma sitting right there
In her comfy recliner
Daddy laying on the couch
Aunts doing dishes
A table full of food
Candles lit in the middle
All holding hands saying grace
Tears come to my eyes
As I go back in time
And remember those days
Of freedom and loving
Now many years later
I have my own children
Forming new memories
But I can’t help but to mingle
Intertwine the old with the new
A complete life of me and my family.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
11.22.2013
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It was date night. The two will have been married 25…
Sunday Photo Fiction; Flash Fiction
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It was date night. The two will have been married 25 years tomorrow, but tonight, this is special. Once a month Bob and Sue planned a date; a time to spend with no other. No cell phones, no grandchildren, no TV.
They decided on this outing they would meet as potential strangers at the entry way of the theater. He dressed in his finest, she in layers of frills, perfumed from the heavens, their eyes met.
He flirting, she acting coy, they touched hands and electricity went through them bringing desire from deep within from each.
The two stood together holding hands watching people drift in and get their ticket passes. Admiring the clothing, smiling into each others eyes. One by one the crowd thinned as each took their seat.
Sue and Bob were about ready to get their pass when at the last moment he squeezed her hand and pulled her towards him. Leading her down the darkened hallway past the exit sign, he stopped in front of the ladies restroom.
Peeking in, seeing no one, he drew her in and leaned her against the wall pulling her dress up, lowering his hands, finding love.
Who I am 