And Then

And Then: A Haibun*

Cheers and squeals like flock of giddy birds bade goodbye to the newly weds. Hand on hand, he takes her to the restored Cadillac that took her to the church this morning. Twenty more minutes they’ll arrive in their home, amid winter’s rash cries their bodies will create warmth of their own. For the fifth time he kissed her soft yet with urgency, with eyes closed they were not able to see.

iced road cradles cars,
tires screech with blinding bright light,
and then there were none.

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In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites.

Today’s prompt is And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.

And Then There Were None


Haibun is a joining of prose and haiku. Originating in Japan, found as far back as the 10th century and made popular by Basho in the 17th century, it is autobiographic often taking the form of a travelogue. Modern haibun usually draws its inspiration from everyday events. The form usually opens with prose which is short narrative. It sets the scene or describes a specific moment in objective detail. The haiku that follows relates to the core of the prose bringing emotional insight through an intensified image. There can be one or more prose-haiku combinations.

  • The prose describes in depth a scene or moment in a detached manner. It should be brief, concise and poetic. It is written in present tense and does not give away the moment of insight that should be revealed in the haiku that follows.
  • The haiku should not be in direct relationship with the prose but bring a different slant to the images to heighten the emotion drawn from the defining moment of the prose revealed in the haiku. It should not repeat words or phrases from the prose.

Unseen Fall


Like a vibrant flower in full bloom, 2015 was my life’s blessed prolonged spring. We got our million-worth dream house. Most especially, we finally have our first born after five years of waiting. A blissful life season ends after the unseen 2016 fall.

My husband’s an animal rights advocate. I love and hate him for that. He avoided a stray cat on that fateful night, in exchange of his and our only baby’s lives. I survived, barely.

From a lovely blossoming bud my life’s now like the naked trees I overlooked outside my asylum’s window– alive but barely breathing quadriplegic.  

Word count: 100 words

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Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll

In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 08 April 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

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