Sunday Photo Fiction: Nickel Dust #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction 


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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Credit: A Mixed Bag

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Tess held the torch in her dexterous hands, melting white-gold until it was workable. She shaped it until she formed a cuff for a woman’s wrist. Before the gold cooled, Tess placed in the center of the bracelet a pink diamond. Circling the pink diamond were tiny white diamonds. 

 Her buyer named Adrianne, had been specific about the quality and karat of raw materials used. She had been malicious to Tess as well, bruising her arm with a forceful grasp and spitting in Tessa’s face saying: 

“This bracelet must be your most perfect design yet or else. I’m not paying you so much money for nothing.” 

Fortunately, Tess knew Adrianne had a horrible allergy to nickel. Tess had procured the finest dust of nickel. When she packed up Adrienne’s bracelet she threw in silver and black glitter in the cuff’s box for decoration; the nickel dust hid well in the glitter. 

“You’ve out done yourself,” Adrianne admitted giving Tess a surprised glance. She paid Tess for the remainder of the bracelet and walked out the shop door scowling at Tess on the way out. 

She noticed Adrianne scratching her wrist and arm where she’d tried on the bracelet; Tess smiled. 

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Poem: Ghazal – “Lips Soft”


Thanks to The Daily Prompt for the word prompt drop.

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Pleasing words dripping from cherub lips, soft.

Can you hear the words sipped from eyes, lips soft.

Distant, to ears, I peer, seeing angels here.

Voicing shadows, tiny wisps, from your lips soft.

The space between us too great, falling for you.

Instigation, not my choice, gripping, lips soft.

Movement slowing showing, spitting out love.

Nearing, frustration, sipping, lips soft.

Nights turn to days, skin all ablaze.

In the end kissing, your lisp, lips soft.

Covers crumpled, rumpled under us.

Hands reaching, touch while you sip tea, lips soft.

Repeating in hours, time flies, skin brushing skin.

Mesmerized, your face slips, lips soft.

Two of us as one, adventurous night.

Never tiring of words you whisper, lips soft.

Dropping, causing moments passing,

You dropped me, snipping our love, lips soft.

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