Sunday, December 10, 2017


You strum 
My body
Like you did
Your old guitar.

You caress
My hair
Like you did 
The old guitar.

We make music.
We shoot for the stars.

You touch
My lips
Like you did
Your beloved guitar.

I bend,
I stretch 
Under your fingers.
I want to be
Just like a string.

We play together
A sweet melody.
I do my best
To cast a spell.

Will you forget
Your sweet guitar?
I want to be
The only one.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Better Safe Than Sorry

‘Did you hear that?’ I asked my husband, Julian.

It was quite late at night and the children were in bed. I was reading a mystery novel and Julian had fallen asleep on the couch as usual.

He grumbled something and kept on sleeping. I knew it would be impossible to have a coherent conversation with him, so I gave up and kept on reading.

After a while, I heard the same noise again. It was a distant whirring, the noise I imagined a chainsaw would make.

Our home was usually quiet at night. We lived in a very peaceful area and the only thing that broke the silence was the barking of the neighbours’ dogs. That’s why the noise seemed so out of place.

I walked to the hall and turned on the porch light. Nothing. Everything was as it should be.

I went back to my armchair and picked up my book.

‘Where did you go?’ Julian asked me, his eyes only half open.

‘To the hall, don’t you hear that strange whirring?’

‘No…, wait, yes, I do,’ he said, finally waking up.

‘What do you think it is?’

‘Maybe the serial killer…’

‘Don’t be silly. One day you’re going to regret those jokes.’

Julian always said our next door neighbor was a murderer. He never talked to anybody, watered his garden in the dark and, when he went out, he always wore a cap and dark shades. Nobody knew anything about him, he was a mystery.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Both of us jumped in our seats.

‘Who can that be at this time?’

‘I’ll go and check,’ Julian said. My husband has always liked pretending he’s a macho man, but the truth is he’s a softie.

He got up and walked to the door. I followed him, my heart beating fast. I saw him looking through the peephole. 

‘It’s him, ‘ he whispered.

‘Who?’ I asked, though I kind of knew.

‘The serial killer…’

‘Don’t open the door.’

We both stood there, not knowing what to do. Then we heard him speak.

‘Can you please open? I know you’re there.’

Julian looked at me, a questioning look in his eyes. I nodded.

‘Good evening!’ our neighbour said. Even in the dark he was wearing his cap and sunglasses.

‘Hello. Isn’t it a bit late for a social visit?’

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you, but there’s a strange whirring sound coming from your home.’

‘We thought it came from yours.’

‘Could you please check? I’m sure it’s coming from your shed.’

‘Okay. Let me get the keys.’

I stayed in the house while Julian and the mystery neighbor went to the shed at the bottom of the garden. I looked out of the window at their retreating figures, but it was so dark I couldn’t see much.

After ten minutes or so, Julian came back. Alone.

‘How did it go?’

‘It was easy. I hit him with the spade. It felt like killing a mosquito… I think it’s too late now, we can get rid of the body tomorrow.’

‘Do you really think he was a serial killer?’

‘I don’t know… but better safe than sorry. We must  protect the children.’

‘Did you find out what the noise was?’

‘Nah! It didn’t come from our shed. But does it really matter?’

‘I guess not.’

I smiled at my loving husband and continued reading. After all, it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to us.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Sara Teasdale- I am not yours

Growing Up. Dribble. 50 words.

Helen always asked my opinion before making a decision, but when she turned nine, things started changing.

One day, she chose her dessert at a restaurant all on her own. It was the beginning of the end… 

‘Imaginary friends don’t exist,’ I heard her say, as I faded into nothingness…

Little Mel. Suspense Flash Fiction. 200 words.

I didn’t even bother to tell Ryan when Melinda was born, he had made it quite clear he didn’t want anything to do with us.

At first, I was brokenhearted. I’d loved him very much and, besides, I didn’t want to be a single mum. However, after a few months I got used to it. My little girl was the center of my world and I was happy.

One morning, I realized I had no formula left, so I went upstairs to check on Melinda. She was asleep and it was freezing outside. I decided to go to the convenience store round the corner on my own.

When I came back I noticed the front door was unlocked. I felt a sensation of dread in the pit of my stomach. I ran upstairs and into Melinda’s room. Her cot was empty.

I took my phone out of my pocket and called the police.

‘My baby has been taken!’ I screamed into the receiver.

In less than ten minutes, my house had been turned into a crime scene. Thankfully, my ordeal didn’t last long.

‘Is this your baby, Ma’am?’ an officer asked me. Apparently, they had found her in Ryan’s home …

Wednesday, December 6, 2017


Let me open the door
To your cage.
Let me be the wind
Behind your wings.

Let's fly together,
Let's touch the sun.
Let's swirl around
A hibiscus bloom.

Let me be your lover,
Let me sing your song.
Let's explore the rivers
Let's devour the waves.

Let me destroy the bars
That deny your freedom.
Let me scream and moan
A victory song.

Let me make sure
No cage will ever hold you.
Let's destroy the metal
That stole your freedom.

Let's stand together.
Let the breeze
Caress our face
On the mountain top.

Let's open the door...