Merry Christmas!

I wanted to send a quick Merry Christmas to all my lovelies that follow my blog.  Thank you for hanging in there with me, even when I’m a procrastinating fuzzball.

I wish you and your families the warmest of holidays and a healthy and prosperous 2013.

Much love,



Daily Picsperation – Facing the Future

A little late – since this was posted last Thursday, but better than never.

Here is my Picsperation prompt:

Facing the Future

It had been five long years.

Years of heartache, regret, longing and loneliness.

Years spent wondering what if I’d done things differently? If I’d made one choice over another, had more courage, more stamina and more faith in myself, would I still have had to spend all this time in a cell trying to answer all the unanswerable questions that ran through my mind late at night. Night, when the only sounds were the snoring, wailing or worse coming from my neighbors in the cellblock.

But today was different. I was free.

My family had stuck by me, knowing my crime was one of foolishness and not of anger, spite or malice. Showing their support, they’d generously paid for my flight home, telling me they’d be waiting for me with open arms. Home. A place I wasn’t sure I still belonged or was welcomed, but a place to hang my hat, just the same.

The long corridor in the airport appeared like some futuristic Star Trek set with the neon lights casting an eerie blue glow on everything it touched. Time had marched ever on while I remained the same.

No, I wasn’t the same, was I?

Three years in the State Penn could teach even the most ignorant of souls something. Whether they came out on the other side a better person was debatable, but to say they’d learned nothing at all would be a lie. I’d tried to learn about myself. To grow, mentally and spiritually during my time. Accidentally killing my best friend would haunt me for the rest of time, but as the prison chaplain had told me, only I could forgive myself. God would handle the rest, but to truly move on would fall squarely on my shoulders, something I was still working on all these years later. I would surely die with his blood and a lifetime of regret on my hands.

A smile unconsciously spread across my face when I saw my family standing beyond the security gates. They were huddled together, grinning and holding each other as if I was a mirage in the desert. My baby sister couldn’t contain herself and launched herself at me as soon as my feet crossed the threshold. Hugging her back fiercely, I felt the tears spill down my cheeks.

This was home.

Regardless of where I was, these people would always be with me, holding me up when no one else would. It had been long enough, it was now time to put my feet firmly on the ground and move towards whatever the future held for me. The thought was scary, but with my parents and loved ones surrounding me, I was comforted in knowing at least I wouldn’t be alone.

Better late… #55wordchallenge winning entry from last week

So… I was away for a little vacation last weekend and when I returned, guess what?

I actually won something.

I know.  To some it may seem silly, but I’ve never won one of these Flash Fiction contests since I started writing for them a while ago.  Needless to say, I get to finally post one of those fancy, shmancy winner badges on my blog now.


55 Word Challenge 

Here’s the photo prompt I used.

And my 55 words to go along with it.


The Seekers

She could hear the sound of footsteps closing in on her hiding spot. Their splish-splash through the puddles echoed off the walls of the claustrophobic alley she’d found.

Staying silent, she crouched further down into the shadows, hoping it would be enough to evade their capture.
Closer. Ever closer they approached.

“Gotcha, Selena! You’re it!”