The Last Wish…

April 17, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha7 Comments

Clarisse held the silver urn close to her chest for several minutes, caressing it absentmindedly. Maybe it was her imagination, but the gentle wind grew stronger and the breeze teased her hair at the nape just the way Tim had loved to play with her hair. She felt the beautiful urn become warm in her hands, she felt his presence surround her and her eyes welled up with bittersweet tears.

This would be the final time she would hold him in her arms. She gently opened the jar and cast his ashes into the stream, watching as the gushing water carried away the remains of her love.

He had wanted to be free after being debilitated and confined for so long from an autoimmune disease. He had wanted this stream, his favourite spot on Earth to be his final resting place and she had fulfilled his last wish.

Thank you, Maria for the interesting photo prompt and my lady PJ, I appreciate this platform that you host.

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The Chilling Interlude…

April 3, 2017April 3, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha8 Comments

The hungry look they had in their eyes for each other didn’t go unnoticed. The passion between Sir Edgar and Lucy Rushmore sizzled.
Everyone knew that they were sweet on each other and it was no surprise how Lucy stole unchaperoned opportunities to stay as close to Edgar as possible. As a matter of fact, there were whispers that an announcement of their engagement would be made that evening.

It was a perfect evening. The drawing room was filled with high society. The ladies looked divine in their evening gowns and the gentlemen, dapper in their bespoke tailored suits.

Fine wine, rich food, good music and lots of laughter floated around the room. Kara Synod’s acclaimed renditions in her rich Soprano had lots of eye’s wistful and received prolonged applauses.

The shocking news left everyone chilled to their bones. In the interlude of songs, dance, and laughter, Lucy was found in a dark powder room cold from death and two long pointed hairpins with the etchings of a black rose stuck in the base of her throat.

In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank Louise for the photo and lady PJ for this writing challenge platform.

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Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

The Kissed Note – Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

March 31, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha9 Comments

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‘I had a wonderful evening. See you on Friday. I love you. Kisses.’

Tamara’s heart sank in dread as she stared at the short lipstick kissed note.

She had no idea how to react; should she confront Robert over the note in the pigeon hole or pretend that she hadn’t seen it?

She was afraid of what the questions might unravel; that her twenty-year solid marriage wasn’t that solid after all.

A number of things started to make more sense to her and her excuses appeared hollow in the sight of her suspicions.

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Resignation…

March 6, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha6 Comments

Evangeline trudged to her beat up truck with a sigh of defeat and resignation. Tears pooled into her eye’s as she turned back to take one last look.

Everything was practically gone except the house that stood silent and forlorn in the backdrop and Buck the young cow who stood in the paddock and gazed at her through his limpid eye’s as if he was disgusted and accusing her of treachery.

This is it! She pushed the gear into reverse and backed out for the last time. She was not sure she would be returning to these parts for a long time to come.

The pain of failure and losing her home to foreclosure stung deeply.

She hoped the new owner would be kind to her cows.

Thank you, MajesticGoldenRose, for the inspiring photo and Priceless Joy for hosting this charming platform where we unleash our stories