I Can Help

Just because I have white hair doesn’t mean my head is full of cottage cheese.  I have seen and experienced the beginning up until now.  I watched the sky as they arrived.  No one heeded my warnings.  They secretly assimilated into our way of life.  They destroyed all that was dear. Everything considered old and outdated was replaced with shiny…

The Dark Times

Walking along the road of life, Rebecca fell through the cracks.  In the gloomy world below, she felt compelled to follow the darkened passageways that spiraled downward.  “I can do this,” she whispered numbly. “No, you can’t,” the voices hissed. She stumbled yet kept moving.   At long last, she declared, “I can do this!”  A tunnel…

Thursday Doors: Transformers Two

The following photos are my contribution to Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Dan Antion over at “No Facilities.” ~~ This week’s post is a continuation of one I did in September.  In our part of southern France, the “transformer sheds” have been beautified.   I discovered this shed on a walk my husband and I took…

Invisible

Before her mother died, she said to Jyothi, “It is not safe.  You must hide.  If no one sees you, you don’t exist.” Living on the streets, Jyothi learned to acquire what she needed without being seen.  Abandoned alleyways.  Cardboard houses.  Trash bin meals.   Sitting in a doorway one bright sunny day, loneliness squeezed her chest. Jyothi cried out-loud, “If…

Thursday Doors: A walk in the sun outside Perpignan

The following photos are my contribution to Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Norm Frampton. ~~ Two weeks ago, my husband and I went for a nice walk to an equestrian center outside Perpignan proper.  We breathed deep the crisp air and enjoyed the beautiful countryside and the big blue sky.  On our way to the…

Wish Granted

The blur of a man beckoned from outside the glass door. I walked through.  Strings of popcorn, homemade chains, candy canes, and ornaments hung from the sparkling tree in the corner of the room.  I sat on the floor, a little girl, amid the joyful chaos of Christmas day.  After the last bright package was opened, she stood before…

Trapped

I run through the maze of the narrow cobblestone streets and alleyways, hemmed in by stone facades and boarded up store fronts.  With dead ends and wrong turns, how do I find my way out? Terror shivers down my spine. It whispers at my back.  I wake with a start.  Cowering in an abandoned doorway, the fear finds…

Thursday Doors: Collioure, France

The following photos are my contribution to Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Norm Frampton. ~~ For the third and final week, the featured doors are ones my daughter, Sarah, captured in Collioure.  Collioure is a quaint town in the southern French department of Pyrénées-Orientales, located along the Vermillion Coast. There are … interesting pedestrian…

Thursday Doors: Bright Buildings in Collioure

The following photos are my contribution to Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Norm Frampton. ~~ As promised last week, this week I am featuring more doors my daughter, Sarah, captured in Collioure from October 2019. Collioure is a lovely town along the Vermillion Coast in southern France.   “The pearl of the Vermillion Coast, the…

Thursday Doors: Blue Doors in Collioure

The following photos are my contribution to Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Norm Frampton. ~~ This time last year, my daughter came to visit us in France.  It was wonderful!  During her stay, my husband, son, and daughter took a day trip to Collioure, a charming town along the Vermillion Coast located less than an hour…

Flight

The couple strolled along the jetty breathing in the balmy sea air.  It smelled like freedom when the pink boat caught Carmen’s eye. “Henry, that’s it!” she declared.   Money was exchanged, and the seller even threw in his bike.  A handy tool for when the couple pulled into ports along the Atlantic coast.   Packed up and pushed…

The Dark

The world dimmed until there was nothing left to clearly see.  A brighter world.  That’s what they promised.  But, there would be a cost.  There was always a cost. In anticipation of the day, Keitha perched on her favorite chair inside the comfortable dark.  Without warning, a burst of light exploded through her window. The dark ran for the corners of…