Standing at Puckerbrush Island, a sense of umbrage pricked him.

He would use the rifle, in the back of the car and quietly, the inner blankness he had felt in life, would leave.


Inspired by Trifecta Weekend Challenge


Let Go!

Inspired by Picture It and Write

Photo Prompt


You had so desperately wanted this. My hand was not that of God. Or maybe it was. I free you before you assume your truculent, petulant, jeering self, unleashing its wrath, cooked on ill-baked facts – your truth!  Hate is an easy ploy, I refuse to use it. Freedom is easier.

I’m sure you’ll be drawn better next time, by some other hand. Also, you’ll draw better, when given a chance. There’s much I’ve forgone, almost like I’m reborn.

This sheet is to be left a blank. I take off your image and also my hand!

Rest in Peace !