She watched the horror unfold before her eyes.
Zombie like constituents lumber to the polls.
Believing their own biases are right,
Not realizing the support they give hurt them most.
While others shy away, or give up, fearing they won’t be heard.
Or thinking that it no longer will matter.
Go Vote!
The pierce of its fang sent a streak of pain into her vein.
She tried to look away, but couldn’t resist
As the vampire sucked on the red flowing tap.
A pool of warm crimson poured out
But the vampire stopped short from its sip,
And wiped its mouth, “I’m done!”
Wearily, she stood up and stumbled to the door.
Her life spared from a complete drain.
Gathered on the front patio, the crowd clattered silverware and chattered loudly. Sarah and her friends sipped on cooling iced tea and snacked on a small charcuterie board.
A plane flew over, engines roaring. It shook the building as it passed over. The patrons looked upon in shock.
Sarah was stunned, her eyes locked on the plane. The plane, a double decker airbus, seemed to stop and float midair for several moments in the sky, like a blimp on game day.
A collective gasp escaped from the crowd as the plane rolled, dove, and debris started flying. The crowd ducked as debris scattered. Shrapnel flew from the plane as it crashed over the trees in the distance.
Sirens began to fill the air as the crowd shuffled away from their covers. Sarah and her friends began heading toward the crash site to help however they could.
The police had set up a perimeter and buses moved people to staging areas. They boarded the full bus and it pulled away.
The travel to the support site felt as though it took hours. Block after block was speckled with fires and smoke. The damage from the plane seemed to stretch for several blocks.
They passed the fuselage of the plane. Dozens of emergency workers worked the scene. Some survivors staggered among the wreckage.
The bus came to a clearing aside two large fields. Smoke rose from the crops. As Sarah and her friends exited the bus, they were handed small shears. The farmer needed help saving his crops as the roses and ears of corn were needed for the towns festival. They weren’t going to be able to save it all, but anything was better than nothing.
Sarah found it odd. But there were hundreds helping throughout the town doing anything they could. She started pruning the roses, placing them in her basket.
She paused to look at one specimen and as she did, her finger brushed upon a thorn. She stuck her finger in her mouth and tasted blood.
Her body shook and she inhaled sharply, finding herself in her bed. What a strange nightmare…or was she really there?
Archway to archway,
moss covering the path.
Fragrant flowers line the walls
In gentle pastels on vibrant green.
Her fingers dance among the blooms,
Each touch releases aromas divine.
Sun streams through from above,
And butterflies dance in the light.
The path opens to a wide stream
And a gentle waterfall breaks the quiet.
He stands there by the water,
His back turned to hers.
She feels as if she is floating as she nears.
Is this just another dream? She fears.
He turns and reveals, it truly is his face.
She smiles and then, softly awakes.
Music fills the air as the crowds gather in.
The streets lively with vendors selling wares.
Children run about, costumed so sweet,
Each tent you can hear bellows of Trick or Treat!
The faint smell of apples, cloves, and cinnamon,
The only trace of fall in the heat of the sun.
Selfies on the hay bales for one and all.
This is how we celebrate Florida’s Fall!
Christmas movies are back!
Yeah, I know, it’s October, how whack!
But I can’t resist, so on goes the fan.
Out comes the throw, despite my tan.
A fluffy pair of socks to help keep me toasty,
Maybe I’ll even make a marshmallow roasty!
Kitty cats curled up by my knee,
And settled in with a warm cup of tea.
Why do holidays make me smile?
Probably good memories after all this while.
He watched her from behind….
Her curly hair tucked in a clip,
Her oversized top gently hung from her shoulders,
Her leggings showed the curve of her calves.
She wiggled her toes on the squishy mat.
Her socks softly sliding back and forth.
Gently, he walked up behind her,
Wrapping his arm across her chest,
And resting his hand on her arm.
Softly he kissed the crook of her neck,
Then rested his chin on her shoulder.
He felt any tension in her back slip away,
As she leaned into his embrace.
A smile softened her face as she turned,
Softly kissing his cheek, then turning back
Her cheek touching his slightly scruffy face.
More love filled the moment than any words could ever capture.
They were home.
Tiptoe softly into the meadow,
Enjoy the final bloom of the season
Before the autumn chill sets in and life fades away.
Find joy in the fragrance of a new bloom.
Tuck the flower in your hair and dance.
For now is the time to soak life in,
To discover the world which surrounds,
And enjoy every moment to come.
Haha! You messed it up again!
That voice, always lurking, taunted her again.
See, it was always your mistakes.
You’re the one who messes things up
For yourself, and everyone else.
She stared her dead in her brown eyes.
Redness built up, but this time, she refused.
You need to stop, nothing is messed up!
She wouldn’t give in, staring back.
Her fist clinched tight, nails digging into her skin.
She forced herself to breathe in and out.
The voice called back. Just wait! You’ll see!
She blinked and centered herself once more.
She released her fist and rubbed her palms.
No, you’ll see. You won’t win this one!
With that, she exhaled and turned.
The mirror faded away.
She moved on and left doubt behind.
At least this time.
Velvet black skies speckled with starlight
Waves unfurl and splash into shadowy shore.
Haunting hoots from an owl echoes in the air,
Then the swoosh of flapping wings as he chases prey.
Silence returns as the night moves on,
Yielding to light as the owl returns to slumber.
Dawn Renee Writes 