Secret Garden

This piece of writing is in response to Denise’s six sentence story prompt word – Dream.

I want to ride a cloud to your bedside
and make it into a silky soft pillow
for your overthinking head to rest on.
I want to sing love songs into your dream
of thousands of sunflowers in Tuscany.

In response, you flicker your sickle moon lashes,
mumbling an affectionate language only we know.
Even the nightingale stops singing and listen.
Touch-me-nots open without shame
waiting to hear the interpretation.
The secret garden comes alive.

Two Sides of A Coin

Six sentence story prompt – text

People go through midlife crisis differently, regardless what’s their choice of vice or destruction, they are just fearful and dissatisfied people.

Hers were breast lift, weight loss and sexting, while his were asset acquisition, sports cars and white powder.

She had been chatting to her few regular flirts who were her son’s age on Snapchat while getting her pedicure done in the overpriced salon, of course she missed a few incoming calls, until a text message notification came through, “Mrs Jenkins, this is Doreen, I am one of the social workers from the Emergency Department, Royal Northshore Hospital. Would you kindly return my call regarding your husband Marvin on 88786719? Thank you.”

Her heart sank at the thought that he’s dead. Then a thought came into her mind that lifted her spirit up. If he is wheelchair bound, he’s gonna be mine again.