Dew Drops


You were the early riser…

I awakened each morning to hickory-smoked bacon or freshly baked banana crumb muffins.

The fragrance of Maxwell House drifted into our bedroom.

The morning nook was meticulously arranged … fine china and cut flowers from your garden.


I teased. I could never arise without those aromas waffling me awake…

But you knew. I was only getting up to see you.


You were radiant.


I’m still an early riser.

I’ve mastered the pre-set coffeemaker…

Microwave imitations of pastries.

The breakfast nook was moved into the small garden…


Each morning, I long to have breakfast with you.

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Written for The Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: Create a under 250 word story using the photo prompt provided.




Photo copyright K. S. Brooks.

“No, my brother. A woman will never separate us.”

“But we both love her.”

“Cahal, we will always stand together.”

Abrienne, the young Princess of Saluzzo, smiled from her concealment as she heard the young men proclaim their love for her, as well as their selfless commitments to each other.


The courtesan’s potion was extremely effective. It rendered the heart hopelessly devoted to the hand from whence it came. But like all magic tonics, it had a shortcoming. The mixture would not force one to go against one’s intrinsic nature.

The boys, though she did not doubt their love, would still have to be eliminated. That should be no problem.

Her eyes were on the bigger prize… She yearned to be Queen… NOW.


Walking down the throne room corridor, she carefully reasoned out the last steps of her plan. Having already successfully gifted King Pwyll with the last of the courtesan’s potion, he now had to feel obliged to kiss her enchanted ring, the affirmation potion.

If her calculations were flawless, she would be Queen this season.

The throne room doors opened.

“Princess Abrienne.”

She curtsied. “Good, the sons are already here.”

The king stretched out his hand. With heartfelt exuberance, she held out her hand. The king bowed, kissed her ring, and turned her to face the court.

“I have an announcement.” He was still holding her hand.

“My son’s, how I love you.  Your hearts are pure. You are gold to me.”

And with those words… they were.

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Til Death Do Us Part

“’Til death do you part.” Excessively romantic? Or depressingly intense? Was this the line that was supposed to be the most important from the ceremony?  Davis thought back over the last incredibly long year. ”What had happened to the love, honor, and cherish?”

A whirlwind romance. They had met after one of his games… the Utah Jazz game. Sasha was gorgeous. Articulate. Radiant. At the time, she had seemed perfect. Three months later, they were married.

He was a rookie: first year away from all those he held dear. From high school he could have played anywhere, but he chose to stay home and attend his father’s alma mater. It was a good choice. Principled, family roots had stayed entrenched and stable. He had excelled: a four year Collegiate Scholar and an All-American.

Outsiders thought his world was easy, but that wasn’t true. He was ambitious. A self-starter. He was an overcomer: obstacles were opportunities. The world was his oyster.

But suddenly he had found, not all oysters contain pearls. And even when they contained a pearl, not all pearls were equal.

Never-ending demands from marriage… from Sasha. It wasn’t that she was being unreasonable. It’s just that in a single’s life, responsibilities were casual. In marriage, responsibilities became obligations: problems seemed to escalate.

Another after-party… without Sasha. “Other commitments…,” she said… again.

Looking around. So many untried opportunities. Glimmering possibilities.

Another pearl was approaching.

“Hello, my name is Davis.” He flirtatiously interjected.

After all, the world is my oyster.

(Word Limit of 250)

My Stars, Howard?

Bear in Shop Window Photo by K.S. Brooks
Bear in Shop Window
Photo by K.S. Brooks

From birth, Howard knew that he was different.  He was not destined to be just an ordinary bear- napping half his life away. He had been born to do great things! It was in his stars.

He remembered his grandfather had spoken those words over him often. “My stars, Howard. What on earth have you done!?” From then on, Howard knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt- there was greatness in his future!

The local glamour jobs for all the animals at The Pole were obvious; but soon, it was just as obvious, Howard was not suited for them. Way too big to be an elf; far too clumsy to be a toymaker’s assistant; Howard dreamed of pulling Santa’s sleigh. But his size (and his scent) did not work in his favor.

His paws were his one asset. He found could shred. He was really good at shredding. The local Animal Assistance Service found Howard employment at Tinseltown making Christmas Tinsel. The pay wasn’t great, but it was a job.

One night, lumbering home from work, Howard spied a direwolf stalking the nesting enclosure for the infant reindeer. Quick as a wink, that creature was mincemeat.

It all turned out just like Grandfather had said it would. “The stars, Howard.” Howard became Polar Protectorate, the lone sentinel under the stars… keeping the young reindeer safe.

Howard kept his day job- tinsel paid the bills, but here at night, with the reindeer, was where he belonged.

“It was in his stars.”

Written for Indiesunlimited: 250 Word Count