The Ghost of Christmas Present – Pt 1

“Ghosted?” I imagined the word tumbling from my mouth falling not so discreetly to lay upon one of the hearts dotting my scrubs. It was almost ridiculous talking about a broken heart while wearing scrubs which screamed love for any and all to see.   “How have you not heard of being ghosted before?” Tawny stopped … Continue reading The Ghost of Christmas Present – Pt 1

Silver Bells – Part 3

You can find Silver Bells - Part 1 here! And Silver Bells - Part 2 here! ____________________________________________________________________________________________ I was brought back to the present with a snap as Merry reached over and placed her hand in the same spot my father had. This time there was no compression just searing heat.  “Thank you for seeing … Continue reading Silver Bells – Part 3

Silver Bells – Part 2

If you missed Silver Bells Part 1 - you can find it here! ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Silence descends on us once and I watch Merry’s eyes wander the rooms we slowly pass. I can’t help but follow her gaze. The Nurse is definitely right about the hodgepodge of characters here. We pass what I can only describe as … Continue reading Silver Bells – Part 2

It might look like I accidentally ended up here, but I promise you, I didn’t…

It might look like I accidentally ended up here, but I promise you, I didn't. Even though I sit here shivering against the wall my knees tucked up to my chest, I remain fully in control even up to this moment.  I want him to think he is in control. I need him to.  He … Continue reading It might look like I accidentally ended up here, but I promise you, I didn’t…

Wisps of curls now lying dormant on her shoulders – Writing Prompt Wednesday

As her picture flashed on the screen he was brought back to the moment on the street. He had noticed her coming towards him from half a block away. It was her hair which caught his attention first as the loose curls spiralled outward against the wind in a form of rebellion. She had a … Continue reading Wisps of curls now lying dormant on her shoulders – Writing Prompt Wednesday