carpe diem

beautiful flower struggling to survive all alone near the sidewalk  In response to The Daily Post Prompt: Understanding.

Gladys

The smell of cheap cigarettes floods my senses She floats into the room, on cloud nine On one arm, another rich playboy On the other, a handsome rogue – She believes their lies, make-up creased and wrinkled, Oblivious to her hideousness, she milks them for every dime Tall tales escape her red lips – charm … More Gladys

The Last Flame

This was taken back in October, when I was reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It was cold and dark in my world and in the fictional one I was living in. But the stark beauty of it all was not completely lost, even though this candle was soon gone…