50 Word Thursday #92 – Phantasm Emotions.

And the words:
“The words couldn’t have been delivered with more force if they’d been accompanied by a swift kick to this gut.” ― Lorraine Heath, Surrender to the Devil

It was a lonely stretch of beach and he was surprised when she’d agreed to join him for a walk. She said that he’d managed to pique her curiosity. The car was parked up on the side of the road as if abandoned.

There had been a few people in the distance, dog walkers mostly, and in the interim, while he waited for these distant strangers to go, he chatted in a cordial fashion about the weather and other inconsequential matters, but finally they were totally alone.

He turned to her, the wind blowing those flaming red tresses that gave her the look of a wild beauty.

Then he knelt and took hold of her soft slender hand.

“Darling, Will you marry me?” he asked.

The look of amusement that he saw plainly on her flawless face took him by surprise. Clearly the feelings that he’d thought they shared were just a phantasm with no basis in reality.

“Are you serious?” she replied, throwing her head back and laughing like a wild demon.

The words couldn’t have been delivered with more force if they’d been accompanied by a swift kick to his gut.

How could he have been so mistaken?

[200 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam. Click on the link to see the original post:


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Swelling, Protuberances and Apologies.

I have been totally lacklustre today.

I woke up with a strange swelling in my face. I have had random strange swellings (Not the kind you’re thinking of) before. I have been diagnosed with Idiopathic Angioedema, which sounds really cool, but what that just means is that parts of my body, specifically the layer beneath my skin, will swell up and the Idiopathic bit means, they don’t know why.

I have been taking tablets to keep it at bay, antihistamines, but they don’t always do the trick.

It could be caused by a virus or a bacterial infection in my blood, that whizzes around causing my own bodies autoimmune system to swell up to stop it.

It isn’t painful, only uncomfortable and quite scary.

The consultant gave me some sage advice. “Don’t panic,” he said, “It will only make the condition worse” he added.

“Worse?” I responded but what I said was barely audible because my lips had swollen to the size of an R&B artist’s bottom implants.

That was back when it first happened and I was concerned I was going to end up having an anaphylactic shock.

Now I just tend to scream on the inside.

So, I apologise for not being very productive blogwise today. Hopefully, normal service will resume soon.

I hope none of you decides to unfollow me in a fit of pique, due to my poor performance of today.

I’ll have a good nights sleep tonight, then I should be back with you tomorrow, my usual enthusiastic, imaginative and creative self.

Good evening.




FOWC with Fandango — Pique