14 Tuesday Feb 2023
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Gustav Klimt, The Kiss
May your heart be filled with love, today and always, whether it’s for a partner, a child, or a pet. Love makes us human.
Here are links to some love stories:
Thank you very much for reading! 🙂
Mother and Child – Xi Pan Contemporary Chinese Artist – Born in Wenzhou
Hendrik Maarten Krabbé Dutch artist 1868 -1931 A Saucer of Milk for the Cat
22 Saturday Oct 2022
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amreading, amwriting, Annaliese Jakimides, autumn, Ekphrastic Challenge, Ekphrastic Fiction, Ekphrastic Review, Fiction, Flash Fiction, future, hope, loss, love, memories, microfiction, past, portals, present, publication, Time-Molt Tender, time-travel, writerscommunity
I’m honoured to have my flash fiction story, Elsewhere, at the Ekphrastic Review, along with many talented writers and poets. Many thanks to Annaliese Jakimides for her inspiring painting as the ekphrastic challenge and to Lorette C. Luzajic for her wonderful literary magazine.
Here’s the link:
Thank you very much for reading. 🙂
11 Tuesday Oct 2022
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amreading, amwriting, attraction, dangerous beauty, escape, Flash Fiction, microfiction, publication, SAVA Press, writerscommunity
Many thanks to the Editor-In-Chief, Jesse Rucilez, my flash fiction story Désirée is at the Subject and Verb Agreement Press Blog Spot.
Here’s the link to the story:
Many thanks for reading. 🙂
23 Friday Sep 2022
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amreading, amwriting, Ekphrastic Challenge, Ekphrastic Fiction, Ekphrastic Review, Jo Zider, Nature's Way, The Ekphrastic Review, writerscommunity
So happy to see my flash fiction story, Interstellar, included besides many talented poets and writers, for the inspiring Ekphrastic Challenge, Nature’s Way by Jo Zider. Many thanks to the editor, Sandi Stromberg and to Lorette C. Luzajic 
https://www.ekphrastic.net/the-ekphrastic-challenges/jo-zider-ekphrastic-challenge-responses
Many thanks for reading. 🙂
28 Thursday Jul 2022
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amreading, amwriting, anthology, Appointment at 10.30, Flash Fiction, Gezi Park, Istanbul, publication, Pure Slush, Snow, Taksim Square, the stranger, virtual friends, writerscommunity
My flash fiction story, The Stranger, was published in Pure Slush’s Appointment at 10.30 Anthology Vol.22 of stories, essays, and poetry, together with the works of many talented writers and poets. Many thanks to Matt Potter, writer and editor of Pure Slush, who kindly edited and accepted my story.
The link to the book is as follows:
And here’s the full story, if you wish to read it:
The Stranger
Snowflakes dance in the air as she leaves home for her appointment at 10.30 and walks to the underground station. False alarm, she thinks. It hasn’t snowed in town for the last three years. Can’t blame climate change for this, but the massive wall of tall buildings that interrupt the flow of air from the north into the city’s heart.
The snow whirls as she approaches the station and skips down the steps. Rushing through the turnstiles, she catches the red train heading to town centre. Settled on an empty seat, she closes her eyes and ponders. How would she know him? Was that a real photo on his profile? How does one deal with virtual friends? He’d said he’d be carrying a copy of The Stranger in his hand. She’d said she’d be holding a red umbrella.
By the time she steps onto the platform at Taksim Square, she’s decided to hide the foldable umbrella in her backpack. She could stop somewhere and observe the passers-by discreetly. As the steep escalator rises to ground level, she has doubts about her plan. The rectangular opening at ground level reveals a shower of fine, persistent snow and behind that, a granite sky. Pulling the hood of her coat, she fastens its cords tightly around her neck. Hands in pockets, she ambles around the square, several times, as people scurry about, fight with their umbrellas, hail cabs, and grope in different directions as though visually impaired. Her movements are similar until she stops beside a concrete box containing withered plants in pots. Behind her, the ghost of Gezi Park peeks at intervals through a white curtain; facing her, the twinkling lights of the Marmara Hotel invite her inside. She takes refuge in the coffee shop. Sipping a hot drink, enjoying a delicious piece of chocolate cake, she laughs at herself. The Stranger probably couldn’t make it, and if he did, he’d never find her. Just as well.
Wrapped up in her coat, she heads back to the underground. Wading through the crowds, she steps onto the packed train, squeezing between passengers in wet coats. As the wagon jerks, she grips the back of a seat, and finds her balance. Someone pats her arm. A young man rises and offers her his seat. Grateful, she sits and taking a deep breath, places her backpack on her lap. She watches the commuters disperse as the train stops at various stations. The young man stands by the door, holding onto a pole and tapping at his phone. Well-dressed, clean shaven, and attractive. How come she never meets guys like this? He catches her gaze and smiles. She looks away and closes her eyes. Three more stations to go, she could doze off. She wakes as her station is announced. Someone else is holding the pole while standing beside the door. She finds a note attached to her bag. ‘Sleeping beauty, call me if you want…’
A blizzard carpets the sky as she steps outside. She opens her red umbrella to shield her face from the whips of snow, and negotiates the pavement, eyes on the ground. Once inside the compound, she runs through the portico to the front door. As she enters the flat, the aroma of a familiar dish fills her nostrils.
“Mum, I’m home.”
“I’m in the bedroom.”
Her mother peeks above her reading glasses. “I was getting worried. Glad you’re home safely. It’s treacherous outside.”
“I know. What’s for lunch, soup with meatballs?”
“Indeed, the remedy for cold weather. Any news about your interview?”
“Not until next week. I’m not sure I’ll be accepted. Probably there are many who are more qualified than me.”
“Do you want this job?”
She nods.
“Then you’ll get it, I’m sure. If not, you’ll find something else close to your heart.”.
“I hope so, Mum.” She steps to the window and looks outside. A blanket of snow covers the trees and the bushes in the garden. “Even the ugly blocks next door look prettier now. Nature is clever in its ways, but not with Taksim Square. It’s so barren, hostile, just a vast rectangle of concrete. I felt like a stranger there today.”
“I can imagine. There are no trees or flower beds anymore. Things change, but your memories don’t. No one can take them away from you.”
“I know. It used to be a special place for me. The parades Dad used to take me to there. The park no longer resembles the one in my childhood.”
“Perhaps, they’ll change it back once they get tired of the concrete. What were you doing there in this weather?”
“Meeting friends from a book club. It wasn’t so bad when I left. I didn’t think it would snow. I thought that was another thing of the past.”
“There you go…”
She lies in bed, thinking of the stranger. Would she call him? Call a stranger? Why not, she wonders. She had seen him standing before her, in flesh and blood. The other was only a virtual one.
(840 words)
Many thanks for reading. 🙂
07 Thursday Apr 2022
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abduction, amreading, amwriting, CarpeArte Journal, child, cold case, dresses, Ekphrastic Fiction, Flash Fiction, grief, joy, jumping rope, loss, memories, pain, publications, remembrance, SAVA Press, seamstress, shadows, visual inspiration, writerscommunity
Many thanks to the Editor, Blaine Myers, my story, Shadows, is live at SAVA Press, Subject And Verb Agreement Press. This story was first published at CarpeArte Journal, many thanks to the Editor, the lovely Eva Wong Nava.
Here are the links:
http://home.hiwaay.net/~slone/ishadow.html
Many thanks for reading. 🙂
06 Sunday Mar 2022
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A photo my brother took last week, besides many others, reminded me of this story, Weeds, from Ripples on the Pond, my anthology of Flash Fiction and short stories. Since Spring is in the air, I thought I might share it with you again.
Many thanks for reading. 🙂
After the torrential rains in April, a riot of flowering weeds covered the lawn in multi-coloured glory. Daisies, poppies, dandelions, marigolds, clover and varieties of many unnamed wild flowers, flourishing under the warm spring sun, spread their beauty in undulating waves of bouncy grass across the garden. Bunches of slender mallow with purple blossoms gracing lush green fields, watched over their brothers and sisters.
It was a blissful time until the guillotine man arrived and began the massacre. A blizzard of yellow, pink, purple, white and red petals flew through the air and scattered, while their stems fell to the ground. On the edges of the waving grass, the survivors drooped to hide their stalks and disguise their blooms. Even tall Mallow didn’t have the chance to warn them in due time. At the end of the day, the executioner swept the dead bodies into bags and dumped them by…
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20 Sunday Feb 2022
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acceptance, amreading, amwriting, boundaries, cities, countries, courage, disillusionment, dreams, eternal love, experience, Flash Fiction, freedom, gains, loss, love, old age, publication, reality, The Rye Whiskey Review, the sea, travel, water, writerscommunity, youth
Many thanks to the Editor, John Patrick Robbins, I have a new microfiction story at The Rye Whiskey Review.
Thank you very much for reading. 🙂
14 Monday Feb 2022
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amreading, amwriting, aromas, attraction, beach, blue, boat, dreams, Flash Fiction, loss, lost places, love, memories, nourishment, publications, sand, Sea, sea people, seafood, SickLit Magazine, soulmates, writerscommunity
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Here ‘s a love story from me, first published at SickLit Magazine, then in my Anthology, Ripples on the Pond. Many thanks to the Editor, Kelly Coody for having faith in me. 🙂
10 Monday Jan 2022
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amreading, amwriting, attraction, Flash Fiction, grief, Laundry, loss, love, microfiction, publication, relationships, reprints, resolution, Spelk Fiction, Subject and Verb Agreement Press, writerscommunity
Many thanks to the Editor Jesse at Subject And Verb Agreement Press, my flash fiction story, Laundry, which first appeared at Spelk Fiction, is at their website. 
Thank you very much for reading. 🙂
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