Monthly Archives: February 2014

Weekly Photo Challenge – Abandoned

Posted on February 28, 2014 by

Cheri from the Daily Post challenges us to look for the abandoned: For this week’s photo challenge, show us abandoned. You can go literal, as I have, and share a photo of ruins, a desolate place, or your idea of … Continue reading →

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Grey Ghost

Posted on February 27, 2014 by

She moves in utter silence In sunshine and in shadow Her steps leaving no imprint On the mossy forest floor She steps over brush and bramble Her search is never ending To find the tenderest morsel The goal as always, … Continue reading →

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Wordless Wednesday – 26 February 2014

Posted on February 26, 2014 by
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In Session

Posted on February 26, 2014 by

Adult theme Jeff’s breathing came faster as he heard Jessica’s slow methodical steps coming up the metal staircase, click . . . click . . .click.  He tried to twist his arms out of the restraints that held him to … Continue reading →

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L’Object de Superflu

Posted on February 25, 2014 by

Unmounted wall wine rack, on the floor, in the corner, unused.  A gift that will never be given.  It’s stainless steel finish mocks in more ways than one.  It has a clean, sparse design. No hardware came with it. Yes, … Continue reading →

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La Serenissima

Posted on February 25, 2014 by

Moonlight on the water sparkles like diamonds on a silk scarf.  Soft lights from buildings illuminate the edges of the canal, creating a relaxed, slow moving runway effect.  Noises are muted; small waves born from motored boats slap against the … Continue reading →

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Anything On The Menu

Posted on February 24, 2014 by

“I’ll have a dram of the McCallan, Highland Park, and the Glenmorangie.” She returned the bar list to the waiter then looked at me. “What?!?  You said I could order what I wanted.” “That wasn’t what I meant.” –   –   … Continue reading →

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