The dark closet structure that we were all forced to live in was replaced in my mind’s eye by our old tiny homes. Their image remains burnt in my mind. They would punish me if they knew. The small structures were meticulously up-kept. The multi-coloured doors a most beloved feature. Nobody saw it coming, the… Continue reading Hope in Darkness
By Shari Marshall – 2019 February’s theme is Secret Life. Post a link in the comment section below with your interpretation of Secret Life, any medium welcome.
Contrast No two the same. Be original! By Shari Marshall – 2019 January’s theme is contrast. Post a link in the comment section below with your interpretation of contrast, any medium welcome.
The store front wasn’t extraordinary, in fact it looked like all the other store fronts on the street. The only difference was that the display window for this store was blackened out. I looked over at Summer standing beside me, she was considering the store front with an expression that sent shivers down my spine.… Continue reading Wings or Fins Princess?
There was nobody at the table, but it was set for 2. I stood facing it and considering. All I had been told was to pick a seat while I waited, and this table had the only chairs. In front of one chair was a perfect stack of warm pancakes. The butter was melting on… Continue reading Waffles versus Pancakes
Posted in response to this month’s theme of contrast. Images by Shari Marshall – posted January 7, 2019 January’s theme is contrast. Post a link in the comment section below with your interpretation of contrast, any medium welcome.
The room is dimly lit by recessed lighting. Its dimmer switch is currently set to a low setting to draw little to no attention into the room. The walls are a dirty yellowish colour. They are bare, no clock, no pictures, and nothing decorative or inviting. Sydni is aware of hushed voices behind her talking… Continue reading Interrogation
Time to Relax: Under the Summer Sky Time to relax photo challenge hosted by Amy at The World is a Book. By Shari Marshall – 2018
We didn’t object to being sent to her house. Her front door had a silhouette of a woman holding balloon strings and floating. Her house was pristine, not a child’s environment. She ushered us toward a door that had a silhouette of children holding balloons and floating. “Off we go,” she said as she opened… Continue reading Balloon Children
The grass in the yard was always like a beautiful small mini meadow. Dad was meticulous in his maintenance of it keeping it cut at a height that he insisted was the “perfect” height. The colour was that rich green and aqua shade that people stopped to admire and comment on. What I loved most… Continue reading In the Yard
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 