A short story I wrote – enjoy! (Reblog.)

‘’Have you ever heard of smiley face killers?’’ my friend asked.

‘’Smiley face killers?’’ I asked. ‘’College-aged men who end up dead in the water, with signs of torture? Is this where your journalistic investigations have taken you now, Alice?’’

A short story I wrote – enjoy!

— Read on existentialtableau.wordpress.com/2018/06/27/a-short-story-i-wrote-enjoy/

There must be more… margin release

Indian Rocks Beach FL 2017

That would be me, reading Sebnem Sander’s new book “Ripples on the Pond” published December 4, 2017. Here is my review…

Brought a book along, to read, while on the white sands of the Gulf of Mexico. From Clearwater to Venice, Sebnem travels along, telling stories the waves often whisper and the gulls cry out loud. This book is for those who oft think and find beauty in everything or yearn to live mindfully. Each story has you linger a bit longer, while waiting for a sunset… or perhaps you are the person anticipating the sun rise. A real treat! A fantastic beach read!

I will treasure new stories this whole week, recklessly abandoned to my self… let each tale immerse into me, along with my tequila sunrise. You are a true delight to read Sebnem!

Here is her WordPress blog. Her book is available on Amazon now. Join me on Goodreads as Jeanne Elizabeth.

And to inspire your next write… a little music from Sebnem’s short story “The Typewriter” in memory of Sam Shepard.

(Day Two of White Sands)

Sebnem Sanders

Sebnem Sanders is more than Another Blogger. Today I call her friend. And I am beyond elated to send along her debut book link, as posted on her blog.

I am expectantly waiting for my book to arrive as early as tomorrow. The anticipation of holding the pages surreal, knowing all the thoughts are carried from a land far away. I have never traveled outside of America but soon a lovely soul from Turkey arrives at my home.

May all success be yours, Sebnem. I know the toil poured is beyond measure and the layers of life have been neatly laid, page after page. Always Jeanne Elizabeth 🤗❤️👏🏻

Ripples on the Pond

https://sebnemsanders.wordpress.com/2017/12/07/ripples-on-the-pond-

Yes!! 🎈💫👏🏻❤️

Black Cloud

From a distance life remains unfocused.  It runs together to form one big massive clot. 

Oh! how double minded
lazily lying
slumbering thoughts
on the horizon.

She had to know what comprised the cloud that danced tragically upon the firmament.  As she approached the acrobatic figure,  she noticed the birds keeping time with the neighbors coming and goings.

Something was amiss.  Realizing her deceased mother had been gone for years, recalling moments with her, most of which were miserable, drew tears.  The black sunk her for days, growing rage and madness within.

A cloud
moves erratically,
up and down
but always forward. 

She chased the black cloud, hoping he would hear her, wondering if he willingly listened, all the while imagining what their encounter would look like when she finally lied down.

 In sync
he led,
she followed.

They met in time.

The open road invited Dave to take a chance.  What did he have to lose?  Rocking in the passenger seat, he watched the terrified girl he had picked up slowly disappear inward.  Her anguished sobs rolled from her soul as thunder in the east and lightening in the west.

Still, Dave believed in the crisp autumn air.  His silent apprehension tried abandoning the war.  He watched the sun rays reflect off the asphalt and relished the warmth filtering in through the windshield, enough to bring a sweat.  He had thoughts of rolling down the windows but she kept him from doing that.   

Ecclesiastes 11:10 So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body, for youth and vigor are meaningless.

 

Secrets

It was the unanswered questions he fell in love with; the quest never ending.  Buried under colored sheets were tales untold. Secrets. Should he choose what lies behind the green curtain or wait, should he choose the blue?  Certainly red would prove dangerous, his heart too aged and brittle to peer behind that cloth. 

She waited.

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The words pierced her skin
Bled within
Daggers to curse her will.

Every so often, in a fit of spark, words tumbled from every notion creeping ’round the marrow, no counting allowed. 

The lady lay down the bills, one, two, three, four with one extra, hungrily held, crisply unfolded, $100 it read. She reluctantly handed it over. All others revealed, she found $1, no more, went back to find them, blown away, disappeared and gone.

She had written, had she not? She lay there staring towards the heavens, moaning as moans sound, with little remaining to cost her soul.
(Dream 1/26/2017)

Escape

“Do you know the worst thing about life?” He paused, giving a sideway glance with no sign of a smile.

“Death?” she inquired with eyes averted toward a dark tunnel, slowly emerging from the soil.

“No. Its living.”

Im relieved the chains that weighed me down have been removed. I walk through the landscape; trees, flowers and hear the bird call. No one is here. Even God has become a vapor. I feel empty but free.

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January 2017