Posted in Haiku, Poetry



left in a cardboard box –
an old pink shawl
and a baby boy


carpe Diem #1191 (spring) shawl or haru shoru

Posted in Micro Fiction

‘One Night Stand’ – A 99 Word Story For Trifecta

An intriguing prompt from ‘Trifecta’s 99th Challenge’

“This week we are giving you a page from the Oxford English Dictionary.  The ninety-ninth page, to be exact.  From this page, you can choose any word, any definition, to use in your post.   (Please type your chosen word in bold, so we know.)  And instead of our typical 33-333 word limit, we are asking for 99 words exactly.”

If at least 99 writers link up, there will be a random drawing for a $99 Amazon gift card.  So why not join in?

One Night Stand

Despite him being 18 years old, Mrs. Bear still called her son, ‘my little baby’.

To Goldilocks, Baby Bear was anything but little! He was a brute – six-foot tall with a body any girl would love to get her hands on.

She hadn’t meant to stay the night, but with one thing and another, she’d lost all track of time.

Goldilocks knew something was wrong the moment she opened her eyes. Peering out from beneath the bedclothes she saw a frightened Baby Bear stood alongside his fearsome mother, muttering,

“Honest Mum, I’ve no idea how she got there.”