M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 156
July 18, 2017
The Next Step
In the whirlwind that is after their first kiss, he knows that he’s got to keep making the decisions that count. There’s too much at stake here if he flounders; it’s like now he’s allowed himself to feel even a fragment of what he thinks he truly does for him, that all the blurred images that were once his rigid world, have been wiped clear, and everything is a sharper, brighter contrast than he’s ever dared imagine.
But what’s more important, what’s become bigger than all of that, in all tha...
July 15, 2017
Sunday Thinking
I’m still on an I need to see kindness kick, so, for the third week in a row, here’s some kindness in the news…
Enfield Police Officer’s Act of Kindness Hits Social Media
Craftsman’s houseboat sunk – but kindness is keeping him afloat
Kickstarting a cycle of kindness
A fridge full of free food and kindness in Dubai
July 14, 2017
Slumber
The door was left open only a crack.
Barely wide enough to notice, but just enough to let a finger width in.
On softened hinges the door creaked open, closed with a soft click, blocking out the sudden strip of light as it returned to its frame.
The sleeping figure in the bed remained unaware, prone. Unable to feel the intense gaze on its face.
Pad. Pad. Pad. Bare footfalls on piled carpet creeped up to the side of the bed.
A clammy hand reached out to tug on a sleeping forearm.
A swaying moti...
July 13, 2017
Diesel
By day she plays make believe in her grandparent’s pantry, pretending she is in the cab of a train. But by night the train takes her to all kinds of places, making frequent stops at an abandoned platform where she fears she’ll never escape. Is it merely the stuff of nightmares, or is there a more grisly story to tell?
The pantry cupboard in my grandparent’s house was next to the front door.
It occupied a floor space of barely a square metre, but there was space enough for shelf upon shelf of...
July 12, 2017
Tainted By Our Choices
Tarred by our choices is a contemporary romance that has flashbacks, sex, environmental awareness, and a slight fixation on dessert. Potentially all at the same time.
Meet Jack. A successful environmental officer working within an industry that is so very far from his childhood dream of saving the planet, that he no longer recognizes himself. How he’s found himself in Houston, Texas, where he has no one, and nothing but his work for company, he tells himself repeatedly he doesn’t know. But...
July 11, 2017
Dream Life
Contentment.
That’s a feeling that she’s always understood but never known what it meant.
Her life, everything about her day to day, is as it should be.
She has the home, the little house that overlooks a small farmland in the middle of nowhere and yet close enough to civilisation to not be completely isolated.
She has the home life, the man who looks at her as though she is the sun and it is his life’s mission to ensure she rises every day by bringing her every happiness. The big fluffy dog...
July 10, 2017
Beware
There’s no need for technology to know that he is there.
Even in this pitched darkness, you are ensnared in his stare.
When they warned this place was haunted maybe you should have had a care,
But then, you always did disdain at those who cautioned: beware.
You moved into this old house and replaced corroded locks.
You blamed the age and creaking wood for all those unknown knocks.
Whispering scorned, footsteps dismissed, unsettled feelings mocked
Until you woke from slumber, startled by a cha...
July 8, 2017
Sunday Thinking
Morning!
Another round of ‘kindness in the news’ because I need it…
Arlington challenges its residents to make kindness a priority
Teen Loses Wallet, Act of Kindness Teaches Him Life Lesson
Act of kindness sparks chain of generosity at Pittsburgh diner
Family grateful for kindness of UPS employees as aunt falls ill
July 7, 2017
Tumble
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It’s late Autumn now and the wind stirs the scattering of brown, red, orange and yellow crunchy leaves, as well as his long, grey fur. It rouses excitement in his young chest and his tail swishes, awaiting adventure as always.
Beneath his paws, growing bigger by the day, he can feel the gravelly dirt against his pads. His claws, long, yet gently worn owing to hours of tumble and play, flex in this dirt as he poises himself to move.
It’s getting late in the evening and the sky above is a cano...
The Sea
Crash and crest and crash and crest, and so it goes on. Waves, lapping at the beach and tasting samples of the sand that it needs to feast on. Stripping it away in thick salted licks leaving seaweeds and periwinkles in its place. The Sea takes only what needs to be taken, then replenishing with offerings that cannot replace but can enhance what life is already there. Shards of shells glisten and twinkle in the sunlight as canny-eyed seagulls swoop down to feed on what is left behind. Crash an...
