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Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings

This was a collaborative story with another member of our writing group. We used the photo prompt from a November challenge from the Stine Writing blog’s ‘Simply Six Minutes’.

Jane Pogbee (the Whittlesey Wordsmith who illustrates our anthologies) wrote a ‘part one’ giving it the title Angels, and I completed the tale the following month, taking the opportunity to remind (or introduce) readers to the mirlings…


by Jane and Cathy

Angela looked at the gravestone her parents had placed on Annette’s grave. It was a plain cross on top of a fairly plain stone with Annette’s name, date of birth and date of death. It simply said, “Sleeping with the angels”
Angela knew this wasn’t true, she was sleeping with the fishes. Annette had drowned in the Manor House fishpond. It was called a pond but was more a lake.

Today she turned away from the gravestone and…

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To My Love

With each passing day
you wait patiently
honoring my memories
trusting my feelings
believing in us.
With each passing day
you express to me
your feelings
and have no expectations
but believe in us.
With each passing day
I worry about what is to come
I worry about who will be here
I worry that love
might not be enough
but you always
believe in us.
With each passing day
I am learning to trust
your love
my love for you
our love together
that it is enough
to get us through
I am learning to
believe in us
as deeply as you
believe in us.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry