Sunday Photo Fiction: Still His #amwriting #flashfiction


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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Caden wasn’t sure how he arrived at the park; his feet had walked themselves there. He sat on a park bench feeling empty and worthless. In front of him sat an old Chinese stove, but he gave it little thought. 

He’d lost Caroline for real this times and Caden didn’t know how to get her back. Lyrics from the song playing in the pub as she walked away from him, were on a continuel loop in his mind; she loved that song. He sighed, begging his mind to forget the painful lyrics.

“She’s imperfect but she tries, she is good but she lies. She is hard on herself, she is broken and won’t ask for help. She is messy but she’s kind, she’s is lonely –most of the time. She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie; she is gone but she used to be mine.” 

Caden hadn’t ever felt so low. What did a man do when the woman he thought he’d stay with forever disappeared and wouldn’t talk to him? 

No one seemed to know where Caroline was. He had almost cried in front of her Dad saying he only wanted to apologize and win her back. Caroline’s Dad patted Caden on the back saying,”Things will get better soon.” 

Caden stared at the odd Chinese Stove wondering what its purpose was. He attempted to distract himself with the stove as the lyrics from that damn song floated back to him:

“If I’m honest I know I would give it all back for a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two. For the girl that I knew who’ll be reckless just enough, who’ll get hurt but, who learns how to toughen up when she’s bruised . . . she is gone but she used to be mine.” 

Caden pressed his hands against his ears, trying to block the words out. 

Suddenly, Caroline was standing in front of him, “How did you get here?” He asked her.

She gazed at him, “You look horrible Caden. Did I do that to you?” 

He gasped shocked at seeing her, truly there now sitting beside him. Caden couldn’t hold back, he cried into Caroline’s neck as she stroked his hair; he held onto her tightly. 

“I thought you would never forgive me,” he said. 

“It’s alright,” she crooned to him, “I’m not leaving you ever again.” 

Caroline was still Caden’s girl. 

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Sara Barielles – “She Used to Be Mine” 

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Lyrics from AZlyrics Sara Barielles Lyrics.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Free Verse – “Heart Song” #amwriting #poetry


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What songs do you sing?

As the evening bell peels, 

What notes make your heart feel real? 

What melody do you go to sleep by? 

The softest and most beautiful voice, 

Singing in your ear, 

A mother to her child, 

Rubbing your cheeks.

What songs do you sing?

As you play your favourite tunes? 

Those remembered from bygone days?

The most popular hits, fantastic or plastic?

What notes invade your mind? 

Parts of a song playing over again, 

Because you love a section so much, 

You could hear it fifty times.

What songs do you sing?

To guide your heart through pain, 

What songs make you heal?

Make you angry and feel used?

Such a brilliance of tunes and melodies exist,

What’s your heart song? 

The one only you and God know,

The most beautiful words, 

Your Grandma used to sing, 

Or your Dad made up for you as a child.

What songs do you sing? 

May they be be sung load and clear, 

For within music we find a soul connection, 

With each and every person alive.

It’s that favourite song on a Saturday night, 

Everyone belts out and sings.

It’s the song of you and your beloved together.

It’s the song as you pass from this life to the next.

What songs do you sing? 

Only you know the vital songs, 

The tunes you won’t forget, 

The ones that tremble out your lips, 

On the brink of death, 

Your heart songs are clear,

In the end let no one ask, 

What songs do you sing? 

For knowing you they will know, 

The melody of your life, your purpose met.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.