Tried yet troubled pyramids and promises sanctioned security that wasn’t like bells unrung songs unsung standing alone again.

Short? Maybe. Brown hair, probably. Eyes, green likely. Clothing? Most definitely. Shoes black, might be gray. Someone familiar? Possibly. Close friend? Almost certainly. Something dangerous? Could have been. Bad, or illegal? Absolutely not. Anyone hurt? Surely yes. Dead? Literally or metaphorically? Literally? No. Today? Yesterday,…

Prompt 6 – A mystery poem   Where was I?   I was running my cold frosty breath still in front of me, bark breaking leaves rustling under fast feet, my heart races too I focus forward never looking back, the sweat running as hard…

Image Courtesy of Pixabay   In the heart of the city, where neon lights pierce the night, there lies a shadow that refuses to fade. The unsolved crime, a mystery that haunts the alleys and alleyways, eludes the grasp of justice like a wisp of…

A faint cloud of perfume And traces of sweet talc Well-worn lipstick Her best jewelry gone The glass box open With beads spilling over Left in such haste Why had she slipped away There’s no time to waste Clues such as keys A phone, a…

I saw it first. The bow of the canoe jutted out of the heavy fog creeping toward me in a predatorial fashion.  Vaccumed silence surrounded me broken slightly by the distant cry of the mournful loon. My hands began to tremble becoming even more clammy…

Hi this is Santosha in Seattle and this is one of the best holidays all year…world wide🌎 This may be my 6th go round the sun🌅

Turning Cartwheels (For MF) You are Turning cartwheels on the seafront, Where time and tide wait for no girl. You are Sprouting tall and strong, Blooming before our very eyes. You are Kindness and compassion, Imagination and fun, The world in your hands As the…

He was bent over her body I couldn’t quite see from my vantage point looking out the window He held – I’m not sure what – in his hand stooping down I saw him reach toward her head she bristled pulled back then slumped forward…

The door opens on its own, she strides out, and turns her head to see him. I think we got everything, she reports. Perfect, he thinks. He loads the groceries into the trunk while she gets into the car. On the way home, she imagines him…