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Searching [flash 200]

The silver-haired man gazed at the desolate landscape, its sameness relieved by the presence of a large, layered boulder. “How could she have escaped?” he cried. “She was guarded day and night!”

“Sorry, boss.” The head searcher emerged from the other side of the rock, worry lines carving his face. He knew someone would get blamed for this, and harshly.

“I demand an explanation.” The boss turned to the other searchers, who just yesterday had been her guards. “You!” He pointed at a young man who appeared nervous.

The teenager quailed. He was barely old enough to be a guard and now his future was ruined. “She seemed sad,” he offered.

“Sad?!” The boss pounded his walking stick. “I gave her everything.”

The boy shrugged. “She arose before dawn to read by the light of a candle. Sometimes she cried.”

“What was she reading?”

“Silly stuff about witches and spells and shapeshifters.” The boy took a step back from the waves of fury radiating from his employer. “She said they were her mother’s stories.”

The older man paled. “Her mother. I should have guessed. But it’s all nonsense!”

Just then a blackbird circled above them and flew toward the sea.

~*~

Written for Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Love’s Return [fanfic 105]

Silhouette on mountain

And just like magic, there he was, standing on the mountain near the bridge where we had kissed that day. I ran toward him, my heart so full at his return. My faith had been justified and love won again. But the closer I came, the further he drifted, until I was alone on the bridge once more. Though it was winter, my arms were full of flowers, and I threw them down to the river, one by one. The dark water grabbed them greedily and swirled the blooms away.

I woke up crying. When will I be rid of the ghost of Billy Joe?

~*~

Written for the Daily Echo and inspired by Bobbie Gentry’s song “Ode to Billie Joe.”

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Seeking Serenity

Calm blue water at sunrise

Sunrise is upon the tide,

Its ebb and flow a soothing guide

To accept the rhythm of this life,

Whether low or high.

Even on a moonless night,

Attraction pulls me to your side.

Soft sand cushions weary feet,

As I thank the susurrus of the sea,

A seamless peace.

Somewhere in that languid deep

Rest promises I failed to keep…

Yet here is the serenity that I seek.

~*~

Written for the Daily Echo.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Image found at scvincent.com

Crescent Intentions

Tree clouds crescent moon

Against all odds, I finally learned a lesson,

Under the crescent moon.

Your rejection was a kick to my heart,

But as you walked away, I knew

Our love had a planned obsolescence;

By design you were meant to stray.

I don’t swoon for the soupçon of kindness

Invoiced for that pound of flesh,

For when payment comes due

I can no longer write that check.

More than merely surviving,

In a cycle of fullness and dark,

I intend to break this connection

And shine alongside the stars.

~*~

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Crumbled

Sagging stairs

A love so strong must abide,

She believed, as she left to find

Herself, somewhere else.

She traveled, swam, camped, and climbed

To experience the world

She’d been denied.

She slept on sands of fine-spun gold

And reveled in the midnight sun

Until there was nowhere left to run.

She anticipated a grand return;

But the house was dark, empty, cold,

The stairs a mass of crumbled stone.

Without nurturing, love had died–

Understanding this, she sat and cried.

~*~

Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

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Soar

Black birds in stormy sky

As they worship the sun,

She prays for rain.

When the dark clouds come,

Her heart soars with power

For this grace she created.

Hour after hour, day after day,

The storm washes away

Everything that was,

Including her pain.

Her tormentors pass on,

Drowned in the night;

Four birds cut through the sky,

As dawn starts to break.

~*~

Image from Sue Vincent.

Written for the Daily Echo.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Daybreak

Daybreak dawn sunrise

Streaks of gold slid over the sky, warming the night like melted butter. She tried to forget the strange happenings of yesterday, but they kept flashing through her mind like a virus on the screen. After all these years of tormenting her, that vile man had decided to waltz off without even a wave goodbye. She breathed a sigh of relief as she absorbed the colorful healing beauty of daybreak’s aesthetics. The possibilities were endless.

~*~

Written for Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

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The Final Offering

Offering

“What have you brought me tonight?” asked the demon of the maiden.

“I bring you all the stars in the sky, and I humbly beg you to spare my beloved,” said the maiden to the demon with tears flowing down her translucent misty gown.

“It is not enough,” growled the demon.

The maiden departed and returned in a thousand years with another gift to present in trade.

“What have you bought me tonight?” asked the demon of the maiden.

“I bring you all the music from the spheres, and I humbly beg you to spare my beloved,” said the maiden to the demon with tears flowing down her translucent misty gown.

“It is not enough,” growled the demon.

The maiden departed and returned in ten thousand years with another gift to present in trade.

“What have you bought me tonight?” asked the demon of the maiden.

“I bring you myself, my final offering, all I have left, and I humbly beg you to spare my beloved,” said the maiden to the demon with tears flowing down her translucent misty gown.

“I accept,” said the demon, “for I am your beloved. Welcome home.”

~*~

Written for Sue’s Daily Echo

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Mirror Lake #writephoto

One shimmering day

Enough to sustain a dream

Long beyond its range

~*~

Written for Sue’s Daily Echo

Image from the prompt site

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Glow [flash 341]

Golden glowing sunrise with a pink and lavender sky

“Let’s use the darker shades now to layer our sky,” Anita instructed. “We want to get a sense of the deep lavender hues of the waning night, and then we’ll put the bright light of the golden sun last.”

She stood back to admire her painting in progress–her best one yet. She was really nailing this Glow series. But then she glanced over at Michael, who seemed to be having quite a bit of difficulty. Poor guy. He didn’t seem to be focused. She walked over to help him.

“Hey, honey. That’s a really good start.” Anita swirled her own brush through his pink mixture. “Let’s just brighten up your sky a bit here and here, okay?”

He was so non-responsive. But that was the trouble with guys like Michael. You gave and you gave and they didn’t care at all. They acted like you should worship them or something. The hell with that!

“Now look, sweetie. You’ve got way too much chocolate brown there for the tree. For heaven’s sake!” Anita began painting over Michael’s tree with conviction. “I’ll fix it. It’s always my job to fix things, isn’t it?”

She stepped back to view his canvas. Much better. “What do you think?” She nudged his shoulder and he toppled off the chair and onto the floor.

“Dammit!” Anita was annoyed. Now she’d have to take time away from painting to get Michael situated properly in the chair again, which wasn’t easy given how stiff he’d become already. She bent down to pull him up and noticed that he’d begun to smell.

Painting class was officially over. Anita picked up her finished canvas and her unused paints and put them in her truck. She doused the studio with gasoline and tossed a flaming rag through the window before driving away. As she headed for the freeway, she saw the glow of the burning building bathe the early morning sky.

She really didn’t cope well with rejection. Hopefully the next man wouldn’t be such a jerk.

~*~

The Daily Echo

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