Passionately penned, P.G. This write is burning radioactive my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Don’t remember this challenge but goddamn this is one steamy and sizzling piece. Super charged now to start my day. Great work here P.G. xo

Adira, thank you sweet. I am also glad, she was getting a little dusty. Figured she could use a share. 😉 xx
~P.G💋

I can see two sillouettes on the wall, banging against each other. You know what makes it last forever on the wall? A radioactive explosion.
This write is radioactive! As always, well done!

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you like these stories my friend. It’s therapeutic for me, helps me understand where the wheels fell off at certain points in time. My first portrayals of Joey G, were always in a negative light. Guess I was still mad, still am sometimes. But as I dug deeper I realized I couldn’t tell an accurate story without showing some good times every now and then. Little glimpses where we got it right, even if only for a bit. Appreciate you.

Damian

Your stories are always intriguing and in depth. Nice description here about your past.

Powerfully penned, Keith. What Mary said, sometimes making things right is comforting. Especially on a deathbed. For some reason when I read this I could hear, Robert Stack, narrating it. Like an Unsolved Mysteries episode. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I have Robert Stack on my GPS giving me directions. It reminds me of “Airplane”. I’m kidding.

You have just blown my mind with this piece, and there’s nothing insane about it. For once, it’s a vision of sanity, and I think everyone is on board with the beauty of forgiveness. It’s odd how death and finality have a way of changing our perspectives so abruptly. Setting things right can be so important. How fortunate were these two for having a middleman that kept them in touch.

Keith is it? I’m Meg. Thanks for that story!

Hello Adira. Glad you enjoyed this piece. Thank you for the gracious comments.

This was touching. Made me think of my last visit to my mother who was on hospice with breast cancer. She was barely able to open her eyes to see me, then she was able to make a smile, the last smile I ever saw from her. Cancer took her but couldn’t kill her sweet soul. Bravo 👏

Powerful and poignant.

Death brings either the sweetest or the meanest in human beings. In this case, it was love. A heartbreaking and heartwarming write. Both at the same time. Well done, buddy!

Happens more than most would think. Powerfully penned, Keith. Great spill my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you Adira. Reality is painful for most. Appreciate the feedback!

Can actually relate to this. Sadly. I feel my fiance and I no longer really love each other, not even any attraction exists. While I was reading your piece here, I felt my creative, poetic juices flowing and if I dont have any more purpose with her, then poetry and story writing will become my purpose in life. You write a simple piece, yet totally thought provoking. Bravo!

Powerfully penned, Keith. This is a sad one my friend. Pulls at these old heartstrings. Unfortunately, you’re completely right this happens far too often. 9 shots 5 cops. Somebody shot more than once. Powerful message brother. Appreciate you.

Damian