Author Archives: justbrinkley

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.

On the Riverwalk

Locked eyes Worn reluctant brown and early morning blue She dared him to continue with his chosen task His freedom reduced to this – Finding relief between the evergreen and brick Locked eyes Tired reluctant brown and early morning blue … Continue reading

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What the Heck

For so long she’d been on the straight and narrow – Carefully keeping to the right of the double yellow lines. Solid success for the most part. Now, at 60, the road ahead has a distinct – not to be … Continue reading

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Fire Ants are the Devil

Broadcast granules do absolutely no good – not delivering death as Bengal’s powder could. Devil ants – worse than Fibonacci rabbits – set world records in their multiplying habits. Armed with a round container of Ultra Dust x2 she creeps … Continue reading

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After the Storm

Rushing with wild abandon, muddy brown water crashes over hidden boulders – Making crescent waves reserved naturally for tidal bodies. Over time and distance, deposits of debris create new unhidden boulders – Skillfully adding nature to concrete Among the remnants, … Continue reading

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Without warning

Without warning, a story, colorful and fragrant, scrambles toward the clarity of the sun. The story, merely a seed planted from memories of moments buried deep in the obscurity of time, suddenly pushes upward – fertilized and nourished from the … Continue reading

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Oh, Bonita!

Calling our professor by her first name, well, it was just not right. Sure, we all knew she was never going to be a friend but only a fright. She drilled us with nouns, adjectives, verbs, and a preposition or … Continue reading

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No Snow Angels

Deep in the empty pine forest of the valley of the Chattahoochee well below the Mason Dixon no snow flurries snow flakes fall. Rather, the crystal droplets beginning high in the clouds warm upon descent and end in puddles. No … Continue reading

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