Monday, August 6, 2012

Breathless Press Sunday Fun, August 5, 2012 ~ The Unforgiving

My friend Dianne Hartsock, ever busy at Breathless Press, is having some Sunday Fun again.  Throwing down the gauntlet to my welcome feet, she challenges me yet again with:

You Write It!

Oh hey. What’s up?
Like this sweater?
Nice enough for our date? And by the way,
what do you have planned for me?
*wink*
Tell us his story!!

And...............so I did.  Enjoy The Unforgiving, please.

The Unforgiving

It was low season below the old Cliff House, so the wind and surf were biting and cruel off Point Lobos. Braedon had sought privacy to soothe his shattered heart so had returned to the only place he was ever happy, San Francisco. His million dollar looks meant nothing to anyone. The aloof standoffishness of the City’s residents made him feel the cad that he really was. He was once a nobody and would be a nobody again. He earned it, lost it, deserved both and deserved nothing now.

Somehow, the wind and surf swept his stinging pain and replaced it with a numb darkness devoid of sensation. His feet, now red from the piercing surf and unfeeling, shuffled mechanically beneath him. Wanting punishing anonymity, Braedon raised his hoody against the elements. His thoughts escaped the quiet shelter of the Irish wool and he wanted to drop to his knees in the deadening surf and scream to the world…….

“Why, Devon, Why…..?”

Even as the silent, fugitive thought rose, he knew it was his name he should be screaming into the bitter, grey current of pitiless air. He had done that which he detested most in others; he had pretended a lie. He had become the lie and the painful pretense had been released into the light for all to discover. For Devon to discover. At his own hands, he had stabbed Devon in the heart with shards of truth and spikes of lies trying to avoid his guilt. He was a coward in the face of strength. He witnessed Devon’s total collapse under the truth of his betrayal.

Devon had fallen into his arms under the weight of his tears of infidelity. They wept together, to no avail. Devon had been abandoned and the unfaithfulness of Braedon’s duplicity had broken the only bridge of trust either had ever known. It was a breach of faith from which Devon would never return.
It was over. That night, lying in each other’s arms, Devon forgave Braedon’s disloyalty and kissed his tears of regret dry. However generous Devon’s forgiveness, he turned himself over to the weight of the violation, never to awaken the next morning. It was over, over in the roaring surf which stifled the sorrowful screams Braedon cried into the atmosphere below the witness Cliff House.

Cliff House would endure; it had always survived. But, Braedon’s guilt and shame was crushing. He deserved no less than the cold, heartless sentence the unforgiving sea delivered him.

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Saturday, August 4, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday, August 3, 2012 ~ Never Again

Today is Flash Fiction Friday, or yesterday was, anyway.  I am running late, but coming.  Some days, I just cannot get out of my own way and yesterday was one of those rare days.  It has been busy at work and I tormented at not being able to do the one thing that gives me the most pleasure: write to your Flash Fantasies, in one hundred words or less based upon this photograph below.

So, today .... I am vilifying my dear friend Julez S. Morbius, without his consent I might add.  I dare say, I don't think he will mind as he knows I adore both him and his work.  He is one of the very talented writers participating in today's flash challenge, so do have a visit to his blog and read the BD/sm morsel he wrote for today.  Yummy.  But first, before you leave me, have a dip in my heartbreak pool and cool off.  Enjoy:) xo

Never Again

He threw himself on her mercy, crying with a soulful loss at her feet.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry………….please, please forgive me” came in waves as he pleaded.
She looked down at him, not with contempt but love, and stopped dressing to attend to his prayer.  She sighed softly then dropped her hand tenderly to his head to comfort his pain.  Tears brimming, she spoke quietly.
“No, Julez, not this time.”
“Please…” he sobbed in a whisper, “Please.  If I could, I would have stopped……………”
“But, you didn’t……….and you will fail yet another time.”
“I’ll do anything for you…”
“No, you won’t.  Never again…………….”

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Now, have a leisurely stroll over to the other Pupils of Prurient Pedagogy and have a read of their flash creations for your pleasure.  Follow their links below or go to our blog where we are listed for all the world to see at Flasher Fiction Friday.  But first.........Please leave me a comment.  I am near dripping with eagerness to hear what you have to say.......:) xo

Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.com
Savannah Chase: http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
S. J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/

Dianne Hartsock:  http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/flash-fiction-friday-3/
ChristianJensen: http://horrorwritingdaddy.blogspot.ca/2012/08/flash-fiction-friday-returns.html

Photo accredition by Naomi Shaw from Bigstock

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