One Last Time

Daily Prompt – Strut

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Morgan picked up her cell phone again and checked the time, two more minutes and Sam would be eight minutes late. She turned her phone off and put it back in her bag.

There hadn’t been many unoccupied tables in the busy library when Morgan had arrived fifteen minutes earlier. Their usual place at the back had already been taken, and she hoped Sam wouldn’t mind the only other choice. At least from her vantage point Morgan would be able to see Sam approaching, and he wouldn’t be able to sneak back out without her seeing him.

Morgan tapped her fingers on the book she’d picked out. She’d had it turned over so that no one could see the title on the front cover. Their meeting was bittersweet – the beginning of the end.

The door opened and pulled Morgan’s attention pulled away from the book. Sam stepped inside the library and glanced around the room. His strut toward a table full of girls was one of confidence bordering arrogance. His brilliant smile set off a chain reaction from the group of girls as one by one their faces erupted into toothy grins. Sam’s good looks and charm commanded attention. He leaned against the table, something he said made the girls giggle and flip their hair.

Morgan rolled her eyes and tapped the book as she waited for Sam. If she didn’t know him, she’d think he was full of himself. After a few more minutes of chit-chat, Sam headed toward their table, his strut as confident and sure as ever.

“Sorry.” Sam pulled out a chair and sat down.

“That’s okay.” Morgan pulled the book over and held it in her hands. “Are you ready?” She smiled; her eyebrows rose with her questioning voice.

“Do we have to do this today?” Sam looked around the full room. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. The confidence he’d shown earlier had disappeared the moment he sat down. He looked more like a little boy than a young man of twenty-four.

Morgan nodded and placed the book in front of Sam. She reached across the table and gave his hands a squeeze. “You have come a long way. You should be proud. Own it. You exuded confidence with those girls back there.” Morgan tilted her head in the direction of the girls.

Sam shrugged. “It’s an act.”

Morgan squeezed Sam’s hands again. “You don’t have to act anymore, though maybe tone it down just a touch. You know – a little less full of yourself.” She smiled.

Sam gave a shy half smile and nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He flipped the book over and stared at the title and then lifted his eyes to meet Morgan’s.

Morgan nodded. “You can read now, Sam. Anything you want. No one will ever know that a year ago you struggled with Dick and Jane.”

“The Old Man and the Sea, by Earnest Hemingway,” Sam whispered the title. “Hemingway?” He looked back at Morgan.

“Yes, Sam, even Hemingway. Now let’s get started, I want you to read to me one last time.”


Smorgasbord Book Promotion – Air Your Reviews – Sandra J. Jackson, Kim Cox and Chuck Jackson

Thanks to Sally Cronin for her book promotion. Check out Smorgasbord – Variety is the Spice of Life.

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

The first review is for the recently published book by Sandra J. JacksonPlaying in the Rain ( Escape Series Book 1).

About Playing in the Rain

There’s nothing harder than pretending to be unaware, robotic even, but that’s exactly what A2 has to do once the drug starts wearing off. Constantly being followed by the camera’s red eye, A2 is mindful of her every move as she tries to understand where she is and why. Things get more complicated for her when she is introduced to another robotic girl.

Who is she and how did they both get there?

A recent review for the book

“Both Bethany and I realized that the room was transforming into our tomb.”

Though the author has been talking about this book for a while, the content and subject matter always seemed a bit…

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Photo Challenge – Temporary

Since I’m just too tired to write something for the The Daily Post word prompt I thought I would do the Photo Challenge prompt instead.  The prompt is to post a picture depicting the word Temporary. When you think about it in the grand scheme of things, just about everything is temporary.


Ice is pretty temporary. As destructive as ice storms can be, the coating of ice left behind is quite beautiful. These pictures were taken after an ice storm in 2013.



In Peace

Today’s Daily Prompt – Faint


My eyelids fluttered open; my heart skipped in surprise that they had. My body eased with relief.

The faint smell of her perfume tickled my nose before any of my other senses kicked in. The scent was as much a part of her as the hair on her head. On our first date it had lingered long after she’d left my car just as it would later when she left the room, only I didn’t think I would be around to enjoy it as I had for the last thirty years. Not physically anyway, the time was here.

I blinked. The faint sound of whispered words came to my ears but I did not know what was said. Then, as it had been for the last however-long, she came into view. Her image was faint at first but then she became clearer as I blinked her into focus.

“Hi.” Her pained and quiet voice came to my ears as she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. When she pulled away her lips shaped into a faint smile. I smiled back or at least I did in my head. I wasn’t quite sure if I had, if I could. “Do you want some water?” She said.

I wasn’t thirsty. I stared at her for a moment until my mouth moved in some way and a strangled and faint voice answered her question. I wondered if the sound had actually come from my lips.

She squeezed my hand, and I returned the action, though I was sure she didn’t feel my faint response. In my head, it had been strong and warm. I wished I could hold her in my arms and give her the hug she needed but it was not possible. The most I could do was to allow her to climb in beside me and rest her head on my chest.

I wondered, as she rested beside me, if she could hear my slowing heart. Did she know our time was drawing to an end?

I stared down at her. Her blond hair swept across my chest. Her scent filled my nostrils. Her body was solid and warm against mine – a heavy comfort. Her fingers brushed up and down my arm. She sang our song, the one we danced to on our wedding day. Her voice faltered, she regained her composure and continued. She was strong, and I knew she would be okay. I allowed my senses to absorb everything and fill me up with all that it could as my brain replayed every memory I could summon. My slowing heart overflowed with love for everyone and everything that had touched my life.

My eyelids closed, ending the last of what my eyes would ever see. I inhale; my skin stretched; my ribs moved; my diaphragm contracted. When my lungs allowed the air to escape, I enjoyed the sensation of the warm air as it faintly blew out my nose. There was a strange rattle in my chest and I waited and wondered when my lungs would fill again.

When it came, the sensation of breathing woke me and I focused on all I could once again. I sensed the pressure of her hand on my arm but it was no longer warm, just there. Her perfume was less than faint, it was non-existent. Everything faded. My body felt weightless, like I floated above the bed. I waited to inhale but it did not come. My heart fluttered and stopped. Our song filled my ears as I faded away, faint, quiet and in peace.



2017 © Sandra J. Jackson



I love this little piece of poetry by Jacob Ibrag and thought I would share it with you.

Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

We fell, and hard. That became

the day our connection wouldn’t ever sever.

Challenging the world beyond our touch, inviting

anyone that wanted to test us. And they did. And we

kept falling. The day our world enveloped theirs.

The day our love became the exception.

Photography by Joanna Nix

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The Egg-ceptional Egg – Ode to the Egg

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. EGG


Ode to the Egg


Oh the lovely Egg is so versatile

There is so much it can do.

Not only do they taste very good,

They help make vaccines for the flu.


They can be eaten in so many ways,

Scrambled, boiled, or fried.

Used in meringue and mayonnaise,

They can even be freeze dried.


Eggs can also be hollowed out

And dipped in colourful ink,

Decorated and hidden at Easter time,

Or made into a tasty egg nog drink.


But the egg is more than just a food,

An ingredient in cookie batches.

It’s also a home where life begins,

Where it grows, protected, until it hatches.

#SoCS – Shortcut/Cut Short – Take Heed

Harley stopped and stared down the alley. Her mother’s warning whispered in her ear. She shook her head. She had no choice, she would be late if she didn’t.

Harley looked up at the darkening sky. The wind picked up as black clouds swirled overhead, it was going to rain any second.

She stepped into the alley and froze in place. Something inside her told her to turn around but she fought the urge and continued. Her heart kept pace with her echoed steps. Harley swallowed down the fear that slowly rose from the pit of her stomach. Her mother’s voice whispered a little louder.

Pedestrians strolled passed the other side, close enough for her to see but far enough for them not to notice her.

Harley’s pace quickened, the feeling of being watched made the skin bump up on her arms. Almost there, she told herself loud enough to drown out her mother’s voice.

The sound of clanging behind her made her heart jump. Harley whipped around just in time to catch the glint of the blade plunging toward her. Why didn’t I listen, Harley’s mind cried out it’s final thought.

Harley’s body lay crumpled in a crimson pool. She would not make it home in time for dinner. Her life cut-short.


The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 4/17