Boadicea

It’s been a long hard day, and one which I can’t ever repeat. If not for any other reason but just because I have achieved what needed to be achieved and I cannot be proud of it. Relieved, ye…

Saturday Night

High hopes
Champagne
Good friends
Bright lights

Loud music
Cute dancer
Jumpy nerves
Dutch courage

Bad timing
Another dancer
Moves in
Drown sorrows

Liquid n…

One punch. Boy falls. Wear Black

I walked to his back and punched him down. I swaggered with pride and pumped fists. I yelled “coward” again where they had rolled him over and saw his eyes, open, staring.

A knock on the door starts her awake. She sleeps now in the arm chair with the phone by her side until he returns.

She is a mother she cannot help it.

I have fallen to the depths and risen to the heights, laughing and screaming on the ride. I have starved and feasted both at the goddess’s table and in her bed.