Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

Creator of my own world

Wistful

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It is the home you made but can no longer enter It is the lover that you can no longer kiss It is the pain that you cannot undo It is the scar that you cannot erase It is the…

Inside Looking Out

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

The rain Saturates the air Puts a glaze on the street Traffic lights shine through the murk Diffused, but somehow brighter Red, Yellow, Green The lack of clarity The air, moist and thick Amplifies the sound Diesel engines snorting Buses…

Forgotten

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Someone lived there. Someone laughed there. Someone loved there. Someone mourned there. Someone wished there. Someone cheered there. Someone cried there. Someone died there.

Where Do You Want To Go?

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Caesar sat in his usual chair overlooking the gardens. It was late spring so they were a carpet of riotous color that fell away down to the edge of the crystal blue lake. There was a sailboat silhouetted against the…

A Day In The Park – Prompt

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It was the first day in a long time that the sun decided to show itself. Though it was still February, the sky was teasing the promise of Spring. The clouds were puffy white…luminous against the azure sky. A plane…

The Girl On The Steps

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

In a different life, I’d still know her. We would have gone to Kindergarten together, had the run of the neighborhood when we were old enough, Andrew Jackson High School; maybe Queens college. I started off with a picket fence,…

Don’t Take Their Stuff

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Ernie scanned the room for what seemed like the millionth time. He was struggling to remember…anything. Lucidity came and went and he was looking for clues to fill in the ever growing gaps in his memory. But he didn’t see…

Danny and Bets

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

He took her hand, “I’m sorry you feel that way. I would have hoped you’d understand.” “What’s to understand? We’ve been together since, well since we shouldn’t have been together.” She was crying a little now, “But I know, I…

Running In Geneva

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It’s pitch black out and the steady rain insures that it’s not going to get light anytime soon. It’s 5am on a winter morning in Geneva and I’m going out for a run in the rain without really knowing where…

The Fear Inside

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Crap. It had to be mathematics. She leaned over to Rosie and said “damnit, I can’t do this.” Rosie reached over and patted her arm “you can do this, I mean you did fine on the Trig test.” She looked…

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