Sunday Photo Fiction: A Place to Fall #amwriting #fiction #SPFo


Thanks to Susan Spaulding for hosting SPF.


Credit: Susan Spaulding


The catacomb walls were thick and confining. Iris let out a lungful of pent up breath as sunlight filtered through a doorway. The tunnels with so many bones of the same type stacked on other bones, frightened her.

She wondered why in such an ancient country, human remains were not given the respect of a grave for more than a year or two — or at least cremation.

Iris wheezed as Don, rubbed her back. “You having an attack?”

“No.”

He rolled his eyes. “You say that every time we visit tight spaces. You’re claustrophobic.”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.” Iris was close to the exit, but the air she breathed was too stale; there wasn’t enough fresh air in the Catacombs. Her body collapsed and she couldn’t control the darkness that overcame her.

Then, Don was lifting her. Her eyes opened as he carried her into blinding daylight. A tiny ‘V’ furrowed between his gray ones.

He stroked her hair. “I got you.”

“Always?” Her voice was faint.

“Always. I know you better than you think.”

She inhaled cool air and let Don cradle her weight.


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Photo Challenge/Poet’s Pub: Poem – Quadrille – “Un-Muddle” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse #photochallenge


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Photo Challenge. I’m combining with Whimsy Ghizmo’s #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille challenge on the word muddle — to confuse.


Credit: Flora Borsi


“Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence


How you stare,

Inside my soul.

Nothingness overtakes,

My core.

Where’s my soul?

My will to heal?

My ill —

Pours out, revealed.

Lead me back,

No more self-scorn,

Self-inflicted demons;

Breathe your soul,

Into mine.

Relieve confusion;

Bring me to life.

Let me not —

Deteriorate.

Let my life,

Not be undone;

Radiate warmth,

Un-muddle me.


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