#VisDare 51: Carefree #WritersWednesday

It was a cold day, the small airfield was deserted. We talked about our trip, our flight to freedom and safety. Your smile - the Marilyn smile as we used to say - was all over the landscape, our craft, the long landing strip... and the old bike, near the shed, in the corner. We had ten more minutes to wait and the aircraft would be ready.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/03/05/visdare-51-carefree-writerswednesday/

#VisDare 59: Moxie #Fifty

I know you don't expect me yet, but I'll be with you real fast... And, you know, those jeans pull off easy, and those boots: I am already there, in your small studio, you, naked, me, naked, and the beast, in the street, happy... Those boots are made for riding.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/visdare-59-moxie-fifty/

#VisDare 60: Patience #WritersWednesday

I thought I recognised him: the steady gaze, the strong hands, the broad shoulders, now a little stooped. Of course he had changed as all of us, all of us still living that is. The long untidy hair was in sharp contrast with the close-shaven head of my memories. The shabby civilian clothes did not compare with the stiff black uniform he he had worn with pride, then, before the fall.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/05/07/visdare-60-patience-writerswednesday/

#VisDare 64: Awash

The small boat rested on the sand bank, shallow waters rippled by the light wind. She thought of the days spent aboard, alone, the hopes the journey had raised. She was there now, standing immobile as a statue. In a few hours they would be reunited: her hero, his mermaid, as he used to call her. Till then, she would watch the sunset.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/06/04/visdare-64-awash/

#VisDare 66: Restoration

We found so much pain, that despite our hardened hearts we felt despair, but you, my love, you stood in the face of the Shadow. I remember you, holding the small crying child, and how beautiful you were, how much hope then rested on your smile. It was the early summer, already the tide had turned. Soon we would counterattack, and then, we would finish the job, and make sure our children would never cry again in fear.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/06/18/visdare-66-restoration/

#VisDare 68: Precarious

I know I can't win at this game: you have all the good cards... And yet I wonder: have you thought that, perhaps, you cannot win either? You see: this world is never what it looks like, appearance is even less than deceptive, it shows nothing, neither dream, nor reality. If we want to see, we have to go deeper, much deeper.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/visdare-68-precarious/

#VisDare 70: Aloft #Fifty

In my mind I see you dancing, fireflies in the cloudy sky. Who are you: ghosts from a hidden past, forgotten dreams? In the warm air you climb, perhaps ascending slowly to join the mothership? Where you come from, I am sure, must be different from here: a secret world...

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/07/16/visdare-70-aloft-fifty/

#VisDare 71: Ephemera

I have haunted these corridors for as long as my memories reach: a long way back... Yet, as clear as stream waters in the mountains, I recall the day: your smile, the wind in your hair, all that united us, before we parted. The world was young, we were innocent. Little we knew what was awaiting us. The long hours, then the separation. So far, so cold, this war went on forever. And then you were gone.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/07/23/visdare-71-ephemera/

#VisDare 72: Rejection

You came A single look The liar behind the smile You, killer of children You will die Now!

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/08/04/visdare-72-rejection/

#VisDare 73: Innocent

Innocent you ain't But no-one is

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/08/06/visdare-73-innocent/