Sadie Hanson

What becomes of the broken hearted?

Tomorrow, if I make it through the night, I celebrate my one hundred and ninth birthday. I hate my birthdays. Life’s punctuation. People wander about pretending it’s a secret that there will be a party for me in the day room. The press may attend. The staff will say things such as, “Well done”, as though…[Read more]

my offering is  based on the original heartbreak  challenge .

I  titled it  –
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You asked, ‘what becomes of the broken hearted?’ The more oblique and pithier question would be ‘How do the broken hearted cope?’

I’m not naming names because if I did …. Well, let’s just say that’s not a go…[Read more]

This is in response to the original prompt, ‘What becomes…’
599 words (Phew!)

Glan-y-Nant

She’s the reason I’m so far from home in this quiet corner of Carmarthenshire where the tourists don’t come, driving along this grass-grown lane to nowhere, neither knowing nor caring where I’m going. Walking-on-air. light-in-the-face, ice-in-the-heart…[Read more]

**A smol warning for all the darkness most foul; my headspace is aging like fine wine, and therapy is expensive ????**
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There were dreams I slipped into and out of. Through their haze I saw a prince and castle, figments of…[Read more]

As I well know, Ath, but returning from a week in Orkney  to nil activity I thought I’d give everyone a second possibility of inspiration.

I’m usually a late respondant, and as Libby says it is a busy month.