Cynthia Fields
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I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!
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My Broken Valentine
Home of Savannah Hayes – Tuesday Morning – Savannah was dreading Sam’s visit. He had every right to see his son, but his sudden demand to see DJ had felt uncomfortable and threatening; it had been two months since he’d paid his son a visit and until now hadn’t expressed much interest in being a regular part of his life. They both had a lot to lose if DJ’s father’s identity was revealed. Savannah still wanted to keep it a secret, and Sam wanted to have Penelope back before he shared that news with her.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction
Purple Like Cotton Candy
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was my cue that it was safe to come out and breathe the cold damp evening air. It was the only time that I could emerge from my hiding place amongst the trees and thick brush to sit on the front porch of what used to be home.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Home of Savannah Hayes – Monday Morning Savannah hated mornings; Monday mornings especially and this Monday morning held a special place on her things to hate list. Today marked the one-year anniversary of her divorce from Derek. She’d promised herself that she would move on, that there was more to life than pining over a man who did not lover her, but Savannah’s heart still ached for him. She never imagined her marriage coming to an end so quickly, but it had. Now, all the hopes of a family and life together with Derek was nothing more than heartache and disappointment.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction
Scorned Chapter 16
The two women rushed toward each other, gobbling each other up in big bear hugs. JJ, Desiree and Sarah smiled watching the long over-due reunion. The three along with Fran had decided to surprise Penelope and have their longtime friend make a special appearance to which she readily agreed. Little did any of them know that Emily had a surprise of her own.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction
Truth and Consequences
I am one of the countless grandmothers who are caretakers of grandchildren. While I never expected to be called into service like this, I relish it. I’m sure that many grandparents found their worth affirmed when the COVID-19 pandemic forced the world to reassess everything in our lives. Parents became teachers and providers all at the same time and grandparents were seen as valuable contributors able to step in and take up the slack for parents who needed free, able-bodied back up.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Families
Last Hope. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been almost three years since she’d been outside and the man who’d claimed her had spent a great deal of time washing away her memories of life beyond the small steel-framed house. After the first year everything before the room and him was becoming a blur. Whenever she would dwell or utter her desire for her former life, he would make her pay with his fists or his foot against her gut. Memories meant pain; Rebecca was tired of being in pain. So, she fought hard to forget everything and everyone. Still, the glimpses from the window as he laid on top of her, kept the hopes and dreams that she’d crafted in her head alive.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Futurism
