STORY OF THE MONTH

NOTE: “The Story Of The Month” changes every month OR bi-monthly and might also have been featured in my collection DOWN INDEPENDENCE BOULEVARD published by MiddleRoad Publishers in 2017 and available on Amazon, or might be an Extract from my two novels RACING WITH THE RAIN and JUNTA.

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2017

December –The Touch Of Peace

2018

Jan – The Interview

Feb – The Underground [2nd Prize Polaris Magazine]

Mar –Welcome  To Punta Canada

APR – Return Of The Prodigal [from Down Independence Boulevard and Other Stories]

MAY- No Thank You

JUNE – The Shoplifter

JULY/ AUGUST: The Last Straw [from Down Independence Boulevard and Other Stories]

SEPTEMBER/ OCTOBER: Relics In The Attic [from Down Independence Boulevard and Other Stories]

NOVEMBER: The Day Queen Victoria Lost Her head [Published in The Caribbean Writer]

DECEMBER— The Touch Of Peace

2019

JANUARY/ FEBRUARY –The Effect Of Light Rays On The Milky Way and Minor Constellations

MARCH: Memory

APRIL/MAY: The Other Side

JULY/AUG: Love Through The Ages

 

LOVE THROUGH THE AGES ©

Love over the ages.

Through the ages.

He: short, gray hair at the side.

portrait photography of an old man wearing headscarf

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A bald dome now splattered

With tags.

She: the bright blue sari,

Threadbare but elegant. The red third eye

On her forehead says I’m married.

Still. And proud of it.

He: a pink shirt

Faded and crumpled but clean and spotless.

She: a gold medallion Om

closeup photo of woman portrait

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Dangling on a chain around her neck.

They study the menu.

Talk about it.

Discuss it.

Nod.

She walks. A tilt to the right

Dragging her short right leg

Behind her, a black bag

Swaying over her shoulder.

He waits. And waits.

Gets up.

Looks down the aisle.

Paces between the chairs.

Where is she?

Smooths out the crumpled

Seams of his pants.

Looks down the aisle. Again.

His face a contortion of anxiety.

Where is she?

Then, he spots her

Coming towards him.

A wide smile envelops

His features.

Time without her

Is a year dragging

Its lonely presence

Minute by minute.

Soup for her.

Coffee and croissant for him.

Love for all ages.

END

5 thoughts on “STORY OF THE MONTH

  1. Nice story..Edith has a heart but her other half reminds one of the deep south…apartheid..sitting at the back of the bus…the kkk. .and the list goes on and on Good one..

    On Nov 26, 2017 12:34 PM, “Ken Puddicombe -Writer” wrote:

    Ken Puddicombe posted: “December 2017 -The Touch Of Peace The Touch Of Peace Edith stepped into the corridor as Freddie followed her and closed the door behind him. She heard the squeak in the door of the apartment opposite, turned around and saw the door ajar. Just a slight ope”

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