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Author Archives: Suzette Benjamin
Jetfuel, Chapter 2, A Sunday Story
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Controlling her half spiral half body slam jump Neroot dove head first out of the moving dark green Audi’s passenger door. She landed in a tuck and roll slamming her back into 333 Bay Street’s back door in the city known by many names; but, her favorite moniker for this homeContinue reading “Jetfuel, Chapter 2, A Sunday Story”
Gold – Haiku 2023 #TGIF
colors sail kites Persephone lands Midas gold awaiting Springs lift *** Inspired by Paula’s Light Motifs II : #TGIF “Desert Haiku“
Reboots – Haiku 2023 #FFFC #210
snow reboots winter an embarrassment of riches dogging the tropics *** In response to #FFFC 210 hosted by Paula at Light Motifs II on behalf of #Fandango
Lions – Haiku 2023 #ThursdayDoors
bronze doors wood shields zeal enters the narrow gate in the path of lions **** Considered by some experts as the magnum opus of Spanish Gothic Architecture and the second-largest church in Spain, the Primatial Cathedral of Saint Mary of Toledo (Toledo Cathedral A.D. 1493) is the main cathedral in a city considered by someContinue reading “Lions – Haiku 2023 #ThursdayDoors”
#WordlessWednesday – Free To Use, Coin Landramat Remote!
Linking with Sandee @ Comedy-Plus #WordlessWednesday
Abodes – Haiku 2023 #MoonwashedWeekly
winter blues cloud dreams mental abodes mushroom dubious mauve *** Inspired by #MoonwashedWeekly Prompt 134 – Dubious- March 14, 2023
Burns – Haiku 2023 #WDYS 177
love’s never lost even when worldly litmus burns its edges’ rough draft **** In response to Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee 177, March 14, 2023
Grounded – Haiku 2023
cooler days dwindle day and night rise equally patience grounded
Jetfuel, Chapter 1, A Sunday Story
Chapter 1 Neroot pressed her 9mm Glock 42 into her under bra sleeve designed for its concealment. She primped and preened her Dolce and Gabanna long-sleeved lace midi dress’ bra cup around the tiny weapon to ensure its perfect fit. Anything at all out of place when she met him would be nothing short ofContinue reading “Jetfuel, Chapter 1, A Sunday Story”