Blooming Frank
Bio
Murmurings from the heart, prose set in digital ink about life and love and some other little things.
Stories (2/0)
Foolish but fateful moments.
Five years have whisked away since that moment on stage, with not a drop of tangible evidence to show for it. "Plant pears for your heirs” they say. I have such little fruit to eat, just the juiciness of the memory. I’ve always believed love never hides, that when you know, you know. Everyone else sees it too. What I didn’t understand was sometimes love is like a pear tree; slow to show fruit.
By Blooming Frank 3 years ago in Humans
- Top Story - August 2021
Dear SolTop Story - August 2021
Dear Sol, I’ve been ignoring you for four months. The dictionary definition of Modern Day Torture should include being left on ‘read’, shouldn’t it? I could pretend I never received the messages, but I know you know I did. I never want to ignore you but what am I supposed to do with the stones you’ve put in my pockets? They’re heavy and not one of them mine to hold.
By Blooming Frank 3 years ago in Confessions
