Category Archives: loneliness

WALLFLOWER OR EAGLE

Posted on September 21, 2021 by oneta hayes

Me? A wall flower, they say; an eagle I say. I sit here on the mezzanine and watch the beautiful people milling around aimlessly -glass in hand, smile on face, every hair and pleat in place. Listen in: “Oh, darling, … Continue reading →

Posted in Bible Promise, flash fiction, loneliness | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

BENDING TO THE TIMES

Posted on February 26, 2021 by oneta hayes

Mostly I go unnoticed, unseen. Waiting quietly, blended in the scene. There’s a lot of me left – though bended with age. People look as scanning a page. “Gorgeous roses,” I hear in the Spring “See the glistening water drops,” … Continue reading →

Posted in aging, Friday Fictioneers, loneliness, Rochelle's picture prompt, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | 29 Comments

WHAT WILL THE WHISTLE SAY TODAY?

Posted on June 13, 2019 by oneta hayes

Feeling chilly Fran put the teapot on and went back to her warm bed. Six years ago Jim bought the whistling teapot.   They lay in bed many mornings fitting words to the rhythm of its whistle.   Silly things, kiddie things.  … Continue reading →

Posted in aging, death, loneliness, long marriage, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 34 Comments

WHY?

Posted on March 26, 2019 by oneta hayes

I’ve been rummaging and remembering family treasures and times together.  I don’t remember “moody” peers.  Suicides were almost a never happen event.  For the first thirty years, I only knew one person who committed suicide.  No illegal drugs/but there was … Continue reading →

Posted in alienation, family, generations, loneliness, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 24 Comments

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN/HOW FLORA SEES FLOSSIE

Posted on October 28, 2018 by oneta hayes

Have you read HOW FLOSSIE SEES FLORA?  reference https://onetahayes.com/2018/10/27/how-flossie-sees-flora/ ****************** Wish my grandma was still alive.  Miss her fabulous stories and delightful fun. Instead, there’s an old flibbertigibbet, Flossie, who lives next door.  Our first encounter was a fruitless flub when I … Continue reading →

Posted in generations, loneliness, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie and Wordle, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments