I write because I read. I read because I write.
Awakened by the loud jeers, cheers of the playing boys outside, I slowly went out of bed. He’s standing just outside our bedroom door staring, waiting for me. He offered his hands with a weak smile. I smiled back and took his hand to his surprise. Outside, I gripped his hands tighter as my eyes… Continue reading Morning View
The familiar high-pitched screech of tires, the familiar loud cheers of race enthusiasts, welcomed me as if it was just yesterday. Two decades ago, my heart’s racing as the man who owns it zooms for his dream trophy. Now my old beating ticker’s jittery again, this time for our beloved son. My love lost both--… Continue reading Like Father, Like Son
Underdog: An Ushnik ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Cheers are shouted for my foe on my ears boos come and go they believe I'll run and flee round one's done, the winner's me. — Photo credit: Martin Kníže In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge: U is for Ushnik Ushnik Ushnik (God of Wind orignating… Continue reading Underdog: An Ushnik
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