he hated her wind chimes
clanging, tinkling raucous background no order, no symphony
put his arm around her on her porch swing distracted
wind blew too hard, imperfect melody jangled his brain
complaining until
she sent him away
forever
no more sleepovers, whispered trysts
he tried to relax, in his own bed
disturbed by
silence
By Joanne Faries
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue writing after eons in the business world. However, she does like money, and so works part-time as a documentation specialist for a metals testing lab.
Published in Doorknobs & Bodypaint, Joanne writes short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. She has works in Shine magazine, Magnapoets Journal, Silver Boomer Books – Freckles & Wrinkles, Chicken Soup for the Soul – Kids in the Kitchen and also Thanks, Mom. Joanne has started several novels, currently in the crap stage.
Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba, a town with no movie theater. Somehow that fits her writing career.
Humor and angst – on paper, together or separate. That’s her writing goal. http://wordsplash-joannefaries.blogspot.com Her e-mail address: Joanne Faries