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Worn ~ Honoré Dupuis #writephoto

“Those worn steps,” she said as they stood in front of their door, “speak of our story…” She was right, but he was pleased there was then no-one to hear, or see them. How could they explain? They were coming … Continue reading

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Beheading the Rose

In a plastic bucket beside the counter sat a dozen roses, each one individually wrapped, slightly faded, but with their heads held firmly erect in the stiff plastic. Each one would doubtless be bought and, given their garage location, probably … Continue reading

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Murmur ~ Sisyphus #writephoto

“They are swarming, soon they will fly away toward those trees…” I said, “And disappear beyond those clouds…” you replied. It was the end of the long day, we would soon pack for the night, fold the tent, get ready … Continue reading

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Open ~ Sisyphus #writephoto

She had received the invitation just two days before. She knew the place, it had a rather dark reputation. But then, one had to chose: the appeal of the dark side, or the fear of the unknown. This was an … Continue reading

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Tranquil ~ Sisyphus #writephoto

“What am I for you?” I heard the question, almost a whisper, but I thought I was alone. I knew this corner of the lake well, a favourite for poets and lovers in the summer. I looked around, quietness and … Continue reading

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Remains – Sisyphus #writephoto

He had come to the city, perhaps even unaware, only to write the story. It was about love, of course, or rather loves, lost, found again, unreconciled. That was two years back. The story, like a forgotten symphonie, was now … Continue reading

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Lust for Life – Iain Kelly #writephoto

Waiting for the last rose petal to fall, the end of summer and autumn announced, she could feel the urge rising within her again. Through the latticed window the blood red colour spoke to her. The sun would dip behind … Continue reading

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