Featured On the Reef ~ Sue Vincent @SCVincent

 

 

This is a special kind of feature not for a specific book but for a specific lady: Sue Vincent.

 

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Sue Vincent

What to say…

A lot of people describe Sue in terms of her wonderful writing, her kind nature, and her larger-than-life online presence. These are all accurate. All true.

As a blogger, she is interesting, talented, prolific, and generous. A cornerstone of the blogosphere, you could say. I thought I’d only been following her blog a few years. Sounded about right. But time flies when you’re having fun.

I looked recently and realized I’d been participating in her #writephoto prompt since 2016. Written stories for her Ani’s Advent calendar each December since 2018. Had multiple guest posts on the Daily Echo. Not to mention the numerous posts, from both my sites, that she was nice enough to reblog. She has helped countless bloggers in this same way–promoting their work, sharing their posts, hosting opportunities to write.

I adore Sue’s #midnighthaiku (haiku combined with intriguing & gorgeous photographs–both her own). These are must-read, not-to-be-missed posts for me. They are my daily echoes of Sue. 💗

Beyond all that, though, I need to say this:

To me, Sue has always been a beautiful and wise old soul. I felt a connection to her straight away. A kindred spirit. She is an incredibly intuitive, compassionate, spiritual being. She is, basically, a Sue-shaped ball of light.

 

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Sue is now dealing with lung cancer (her latest post about that is here) and, I daresay, she wouldn’t mind some love and support from the blogosphere she has given so much to.

Please join the Flash Fiction Event over at Carrot Ranch to celebrate and support Sue.

You can read about Sue here and about her books here.

You can purchase her books here: 🙂

Amazon US | Amazon UK

Sue’s Links:

 

Websites: 

Daily Echo

France & Vincent

The Silent Eye

Author Page:

Amazon

Social Media:

Twitter

Facebook

On the Reef: The Shark’s Friday Feature (which is, obviously, not on Friday this time around)

Hidden Obstacle #WritePhoto

 

 

There was something behind the rock.

She hitched her bag back over her shoulder and stepped off the path. Hidden in the ferns, she had time to think. Was there another way to get to the hill? Could she wait it out? Should she confront it?

A million more questions plagued her, comforted her, kept her still in body, if not mind.

She was stuck in the safety of not moving on.

The rock was fairly small for a boulder in these parts, wasn’t it? Or was it large? She didn’t dare peek, relying on the accuracy of memory.

Fear danced with reality and the rock became a boulder, then three, then a wall. Late morning shadows stretched before her, creating shapes of all that the obstacle could be.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, another, another… On opening them, she saw the dark shape of the ferns. Felt the fear of the woman waiting in them. She stepped out from behind the stone, reached out her hand, and walked with her to the hill.

 

 

Here is my attempt at #writephoto, a weekly writing prompt for poetry/flash/short stories hosted by Sue Vincent. (So pleased Sue was feeling able to bring #writephoto back. Please do visit and write a little something.) 

 

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Enlightened #WritePhoto

 

 

I was alone.

My boots clicked on the stones. Ahead of me, a shape blurred and shifted. Behind me, another. But I didn’t look at either now. It wouldn’t change anything. They would still be there and I would still be alone.

The arch at the end of the walkway glowed with the promise of knowledge.

I wanted to run to it. I wanted to run from it.

With each step, I grew more uncertain. My thoughts a whirlpool.

Curious. Apathetic. Eager. Detached. Anxious. Calm.

Petrified.

I stopped. My body fought to escape its skin, pushing, pulling, stretching. Trapped, it grabbed my mind, twirling it like cotton candy, and tucked the feathered bits into a crevice I couldn’t access.

I straightened. Continued walking. Reached the arch directly after my first shadow and slightly before my second shadow.

We were alone.

And we were ready to step into the light.

 

 

 

My attempt at #writephoto, a weekly writing prompt for poetry/flash/short stories hosted by Sue Vincent

 

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Turning comments off as I won’t be available to approve or reply. Just wanted to write a little something for Sue’s wonderful writephoto prompt. It’s been too long. 💕 Be well, my friends. 

 

I Cannot Be

 

I lean, breathless, into another’s arms.

I am not comforted.

Knowing I should feel loved as I’m wrapped in waiting arms carves desperation more deeply into me.

My life ebbs away, sailing from the shifting shore of my body like a piece of driftwood floating out to sea.

I’m supposed to be grateful, appreciating time, when each moment my body weakens. Each second strips me of a healthy joint, robs me of another heartbeat.

I cannot be any of the things they want me to be. I cling to self-pity when all I want to do is let go.

 

 

July 15 Prompt: Life (In 99 words – no more, no less – write a story about a breathless moment. Write about life.)

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

Crumbling

 

Is this sickness?

Lack of light? Solid darkness? Under canopies of lovely trees, thick with glossy emerald leaves, where sunshine cannot reach?

On the ground. Broken bits of self. Hazy eyes, unfocused from pain—grime on windows to the soul.

Shatter me.

Break apart the clumps of soil. Dig into dirt with naked hands, crumbling until fingernails become half moons of filth.

Till the earth of who I was. From this mangled mass of roots, pebbles, and pain, let something whole and healthy break through the ground. Let something beautiful grow.

This wishing. This futile hope.

Is this sickness?

 

 

June 24 Prompt: Dirt (In 99 words – no more, no less – write a story about dirt.)

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch