“I’ve never met such an #obstreperous, #myopic frog!” said Winona, stirring her potion. “Hop in there!”
Frogweena’s eyes bulged at the popping bubbles in the cauldron. Winona threw a fly towards the mixture as incentive, but Frogweena caught it with her darting tongue. #vss365
The little witch was forbidden to play with humans, but she desperately wanted to trick-or-treat with her friends. Branches grabbed at her, and a powerful #headwind shoved her broom. Her mom’s thwarting spell at work! But it only gave her determination more #momentum! #vss365
Abby pulled the hairy mask over her head. “Aaarrgh,” she roared. Senna, brushing her long silky hair, rolled her eyes at her little sister. “You need to get over your aversion to blood, Abby. #Conquer your fear.”
“It’s not that. I’d rather be a werewolf than a vampire!”
#vss365
I’m swimming upstream,
In my head, a constant scream.
I’m paddling against the tide,
But I’m getting good at the hide.
On my face, an #unabashed smile,
Inside, tears streaming all the while.
#vss365
As long as my parents were alive, I always knew there was someone in the world that loved me. Now, at 60 years old, I feel like an orphan. But for 6 decades I had the blessing of their love, their friendship, their protection, their presence. Now, I have 2 guardian angels. ❤️💔
I smile. The dentist steps back, admiring his work.
“Perfect,” he says. “May I add you to my gallery?”
I assume he’s getting his camera, but instead he grabs a knife. “Dentistry is art,” he says.
My #nightmare begins when I realise those teeth on display are real. #vss365#vsspic
ALMOST
A few weeks later Irish Gran decided to invite Mrs Joyless over for afternoon tea; a quiet cuppa and homemade cake without her noisy sisters.
This time Joy said she’d like to but not that day. Gran hoped this could be the #beginning of a neighbourly friendship #vss365
TRYING
Irish Gran was told by a neighbour that Mrs Joyless had complained about the #noise Gran’s sisters made when they visited.
Gran waited awhile then went to see Mrs Joyless to invite her the next time the sisters arrived. Mrs Joyless declined as she shut the door #vss365
#vss365
Personal Forecast
In the grump, the grumble—
the quirks I mistook for charm—
the stumble, the fall,
in gathering clouds,
the drizzle, then rain,
silenced storm warnings,
the flood of tears.
In the roiling thunder—
in the quiet sorrow
of letting go,
there is #joy.
Joy in the silver lining,
sliver of dawn—
joy in the aftermath
of us.