Honey I’m Home

He heard her heels first, then the exhausted sigh of indifference.
Maybe, if he remains silent, she will as well. 
Besides, it’s worked for them thus far.

© LaRonda Moore

Broken (A Six Word Story)

He retreated to lick his wounds.

Waiting

She is fourteen years old.  You know, the year when everything becomes fake real.  And the crisis of today is who will ask her to the Homecoming Dance.  It’s her first major high school event.   She has anticipated this every since she helped her older sister get ready for prom three years earlier.  She can’t wait to coordinate colors and take the mall by storm.  But as last period ends and the masses fill the halls, he is nowhere in sight.

Defeated, she gathers her bookbag, pops in some earbuds, and scurries out the building.  Walking the familiar trail home, she takes in the fragrances of fall and is reminded that there is always Monday.

LaRonda Gray Moore

Seven

He approaches the house with the same temperament in which he left.  With a calm breeze at his back and vindication in his heart, he holds his breath and knocks.  It’s been seven years since he last darken that door; seven years since he’s gazed dreamingly into her unassuming eyes.

LaRonda Gray Moore

Submitted to the 50-Word Fiction Competition.

Twilight Summer

They are as thick as thieves.

You rarely see one without the other.

And on long summer nights, when twilight seems to takes it’s time, they take advantage of the harmony that a warm breeze brings.

LaRonda Gray Moore

Three Line Tales, Week 142
Photo by Wyatt Ryan via Unsplash

Toxic

The quarreling has become their norm.