It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again, (even if it is Wednesday) and thanks to Rochelle for hosting every week. Your efforts are greatly appreciated.
This seems to be the only writing I’m doing these days as I work my way through a particularly grim fallow patch. 😦
“It’s not you…it’s me,” he says, perspiration forming on his upper lip.
I glare at him; people are looking at us.
He tries again. “To be fair Angelina, you knew I was married. I never promised you a rose garden…”
Sanctimonious hackneyed sap; can’t even find any words of his own to kiss my ass goodbye.
“Don’t cry for me Angelina.” He touches my hand. “This too shall pass.”
The coffee-shop door closes after him, and I stare down at my cup .
Oh well, another one bites the dust. I had some dreams, but they were clouds in my coffee…
It’s been a couple of years or so since I set up this site, and this week I’ve been working on setting up a separate photography-based blog. I’d quite forgotten the frustration of trying to puzzle out WordPress, where requests for support disappear into the ether, the help pages are near unintelligible (to one such as I), and where the WordPress for Dummies book bounces off the wall at regular intervals. Still, if you’d like to see how far I’ve got with it, take a look at Fur Feathers and Flora.