Teresa Renton
Bio
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
Stories (72/0)
- Top Story - October 2023
- Top Story - September 2023
Deckchairs for Sale
I bought four deckchairs. All of them bright, covered in colorful stripes, but each different from the others. Yet it was obvious they were a set, like four sisters posing for a photo. The elderly lady who sold me the chairs whispered, “Look after them and they will bring sparkle to your life.” I thought this odd, but couldn’t resist, even though I lived nowhere near any beaches.
By Teresa Renton7 months ago in Fiction
Safe Place
Prompt: BLUR vs OASIS Optician said his eyesight's fine. Yet he couldn't see further than edges of things. If he focused on his sister, he could imagine her his overture, & that his brother was still there, blurred for a moment in the periphery of his oasis.
By Teresa Renton7 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2023
Liminal: occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold. OEDTop Story - September 2023
Bonbons in a glass jar tempt me; a jar of chopped-up rainbow. I swirl a yellow one around my mouth, expect the zing and tang of fresh lemon. I spit it into my hand when no one is looking and bury it in a potted ficus by the TV set. I hate bananas. My husband devours them instead of crisps and candy. I smell them on his clothes; just a hint, through wood-spice aftershave and whiskey.
By Teresa Renton7 months ago in Fiction
