《Vignettes - Shorts, Scenes, and Poetry》


 Maybe Tomorrow

    Maybe Tomorrow


    Louisa looked up from her lesson book and gasped as she saw the angle of the sunlight coming in the window. Putting away the heavy tome she grabbed her bag and dashed to the door. No sooner had she crossed the line from church property to the mundane then her personal temptation flew up and sat on her shoulder.


    ¡°Was it any better?¡± the fairy asked.


    ¡°He got a new job. So today is sure to be better. But I¡¯m late, I need to buy the things for dinner!¡±


    ¡°You could just come with me. We have many children for you to play with.¡±


    ¡°With mama gone, it is up to me to keep dinner on the table and care for little Robbie!¡±


    ¡°But you never get to see your friends. Aren¡¯t you lonely?¡±


    Pausing to haggle over the price of a pair of fish.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have time to be lonely.¡±


    ¡°Still, it must be hard being the woman of the house at only ten?¡±


    ¡°Mama used to say, ¡®A man may work from sun to sun, but a woman¡¯s work is never done.¡¯ So, it is just the way things are.¡±


    Running as quickly as she could down the street, the bag nearly more than her half-starved body could handle.


    ¡°Are you sure you won¡¯t come? No one ever hungers. There is never a need to cry.¡±


    Louisa paused outside the front door to the hovel she called home, a dreamy look in her eyes for a second.


    ¡°No, not today. Maybe tomorrow.¡±


    The door closed behind her, the fairy flittering in the air, forced to listen as the door let sound escape,


    ¡°Damnit Girl! Where have you been? I get home expecting my dinner, and the oven has gone cold! Out whoring with the boys again, right? I expect my dinner waiting when I get home!¡± *SLAP* The sound of a heavy and rough hand striking a soft and pale cheek made the fairy shudder.


    ¡°Papa!¡± came a frail voice trying to hold back tears.


    ¡°Since you¡¯ve been whoring, where¡¯s the coin? Hmm?¡±


    ¡°There is no coin, just what you gave me to buy dinner¡­¡±


    *SLAP* The thin voice wailed in pain. A voice in an incoherent rage screaming almost drowning out the sound of blow after blow raining down¡­


    Outside the door, the fairy had gone still. Tears rolling down its cheeks.


    ¡°Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow?¡± the fairy whispered.


    And it settled down to await the dawn and its next chance to pull the girl away. A terrible silence coming from inside.

 Untitled Love Poem

    Untitled Love poem


    With my lips so tightly pent,


    Upon the praise of your fecund furrow


    Where I would so gladly burrow,


    And lay within you, gasping, spent.


    Seek I the swelling rose capped mounds,


    That like velvet await a gentle touch,


    And still yet craving a virile clutch,


    Behind which your racing heart sounds.


    Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.Taste the lips, covered in dew,


    Secrets praised by an intruding tongue,


    A tiny bee there, in its turn stung,


    As I seek tastes forever new.


    At the joining of widespread thighs,


    Gushing as a river''s lusty source,


    Whipped to foam in a rapids course,


    The pounding waves bringing such cries.


    Coming to rest, sated, replete,


    Still within your tight fit glove,


    Dare I seek the life complete,


    And whisper to you words of Love?

 Cenotaph (Free verse poem)

    I awoke to the sun streaming in and birds calling.


    Reaching to your side I find no trace of your warmth, no trace of your scent.


    Not even a depression on the pillow to mark where your head lay.


    What right has the sun to shine, the birds to sing, with you not beside me?


    The first time I saw you in your grade school uniform, pigtails dangling, I couldn''t resist giving them a yank.


    Years later as we entered the frightening halls of high school I still couldn''t resist and give your curls a timid caress.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.


    Quiet shy kisses after a dance that led to frantic fumblings in the dark.


    Bringing embarrassed glimpses come day''s light and knowing glances from our friends.


    College fight songs that became wedding bells,


    began a new life in a house where children could grow.


    A cheerful wave, and your ever present smile as off to the corner store you go.


    An over revved engine''s roar, a squeal of brakes engaged too late.


    A thud too gentle to sound the end of time.


    I stare down at my angel, the eternal smile still on your face, your hair a golden Halo,


    as the murderous red seeps up from below.


    I would gladly be your Orpheus if I but knew how.


    Now I move through the dim gray summer days, piled high in hollow platitudes and shallow sympathies.


    Looking daily at the stone marked bed where their lying voices say you must lay, wondering only when we might lay together.


    Is your bed truly any colder than mine?