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A kiss on the soul, a hug to the heart

A whispered “hello”, a “love you” to go

A scribble on paper, a misspelled letter

A cheap plastic bauble, a precious treasure

A teardrop, a smile

A moment in time, forever mine

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.18.2014 @ 3:24 pm


I am under doctors orders. I pour two of the little white pills into the open palm of my hand. I imagine it is a choice between the blue pill and the red pill. Which one will I choose. Will I choose blissful ignorance. Will I choose the hard reality. I decide not to decide. Let the fates make the choice for me. I toss the pills behind my back, I try to disengage from guessing which one now holds which pill. I choose right hand. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smile. It is a sad smile. I swallow the pill without looking which one it was. Ignorance. Truth. Who cares.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.14.2014 @ 10:22 am


His deep blue eyes looks into the distance. I’m not sure if he sees the world now – the beautiful seascape in front of him, or if he was looking deep into his past; his future. He purses his lips thinly, turns his wheelchair and beckons me. Time to go home.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.08.2014 @ 3:14 pm


The wooden floor was stained a dark chocolate colour, but the blood pool around the woman’s head contrasted even darker. The CSI team was still busy gathering their bits and bobs, focusing on the physical evidence. Andrea stepped away from the body, she wasn’t here to read the dead. She was here to read the life, the life that had bled out on the floor. Who was this blonde woman, in her mid thirties living in a small but very upmarket flat in the middle of the city? Andrea looked at the mantelpiece and the walls, but there were no photographs. She moved through the lounge, the study, the dining room- noting book titles, magazines, art, collections- anything really that could give her an understanding of the victim. No fingerprints in the system, no matches in missing persons, the neighbours barely knew her. The house and furnishings all seemed strangely sterile -as if it had no personality. Even the food cupboards seemed to be stocked by someone who read “A good pantry should have…” She was not getting any true “feel” from this woman’s apartment. Until she opened the freezer.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.07.2014 @ 6:37 pm


The African Bush is sufficiently noisy, especially this close to the riverbank. Still, he takes great care in moving without making a sound. He now hides behind a thicket of scrub underneath an umbrella thorntree – the icon of
the Savannah. His quarry is in sight. He can hear the men laughing, the fire crackling. Taking a deep breath, and without thought or remorse, he straightens up, shotgun pointed at the group. No longer needing stealth, he walks forward, deliberately crunching twigs and sticks. The men look up, but before their drunken congratulatory smiles could turn into frowns of questioning, he shot. Before he leaves to disappear into the Bushveld once again, he marks these men for the crime they had committed.

Bush ranger Carl found the poachers the next morning. He had been tracking them since he found the carcasses of Nandi and her calf. Of their unknown avenger though, not a trace, not even for someone as skilled as Carl. Looking out at the veld, he’s not sure he wants to find him.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.06.2014 @ 1:03 pm


I slip into something more comfortable – my own thoughts. Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, of normal life, of typicality. Here, in the in-between, I can be wholly myself and have only myself for company.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.05.2014 @ 10:28 am

i slip slip slide away in my own thoughts… hither tither wanderings and this-that ramblings…
such and such…

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.05.2014 @ 3:29 am


wind factored
distance measured
laying in wait

target acquired
hairlines crossed
job well done

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.04.2014 @ 1:59 am


I watched as she worked the land, digging into the earth with her bare hands. No, not quite right, she didn’t work the land, she cajoled it, coddled it, caressed it, and it responded in great exuberant spurts of growth. Her garden was as wild as she was, and just as surprising, exciting, and endlessly abundant. Today she was digging new trenches for her compost, giving back to the land, keeping the cycle going. She looked up from under her wide brimmed straw hat and smiled, and if ever I believed in such things, I could’ve easily said that at that exact moment, Mother Earth smiled through her.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.03.2014 @ 1:29 am


She rushed through the front door as the summer storm suddenly broke. Classically dressed in blue jeans, a white blouse and cowboy boots, with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, she was the epitome of a carefree country girl. But she had her quirks. She walked up the stairs in a curious fashion – a dance of some sorts, muttering under her breath and as she passed the family photographs on the wall, she paused to make sure that they were all lined up, exactly right.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.02.2014 @ 2:55 am


She walks among the ruins dragging her feet. Dust, still unsettled, drifts on the wind and as the sunlight catches them, they sparkle, turning the damage and destruction into a surreal glittering landscape.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 01.01.2014 @ 2:27 am


The gentlemen tipped their hats as she walked past, their eyes lingering on her form just a bit longer than civilized company should.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 12.29.2013 @ 1:39 am


“Assuming that Aaron is right about the whole thing though…”
“He’s not.”
“But just…”
“No. End of discussion.”

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 12.28.2013 @ 2:30 am


As I watch her perfect red lips part in a perfect smile, revealing perfect white teeth; and hear her perfect laugh at whatever her perfect handsome companion said while nonchalantly sweeping her perfect blonde hair from her perfect blue eyes, I wonder who the buyer of her happiness is and if he takes appointments.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 12.27.2013 @ 1:20 am


If I know beforehand, would I still….


» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 12.25.2013 @ 5:56 pm


Time to free myself from this waking coma. Life awaits.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 12.22.2013 @ 10:05 am


The wind howled outside, blustery gusts relentlessly throwing rain and sleet against the windowpanes. But inside Magnalinia Hall, it was warm and bright with festival goers reveling in every delight. The Duke of Callington guffawed at somewhat that The General had said and young courtiers giggled and blushed as Prince Lexan strutted past them. I daresay he enjoyed the attention all too much. With tables groaning with the weight of food, beer and wine flowing freely and merriment all around, no-one was thinking of the war. They had come here for respite. To forget. Even if it was only for a little while. Earl Dankar pulled up a stool to the grand old piano and started to play a happy tune and before I could get caught up in a somber mood, I got whisked up into a line of dancing men and women. Well and so, let me forget then, but just for tonight.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 09.24.2013 @ 3:49 am


It was a beautiful warm and clear spring day, made even more wonderful because it was a treasure scattered in between days of solid rain. I sat at one of the rough timber tables under the dappled shade of the old oak tree and watched my daughters climb on the cafe’s sparse play equipment, marveling at their joy. I took a sip of the very strong black coffee, feeling it infuse my body and mind with that special “oompf” that coffee lovers know so well. I smiled at the children who were having fun with the reckless abandonment that, for the most people, live only for a short while in childhood. There was a couple sitting a few tables over that were kind of spoiling the whole moment though – they were having some sort of argument and with the heat of the day rising, so did the heat of their fighting.

It was an ordinary day. But when the man got up and shouted “Just go to hell, Frankie!” and shot his partner point blank in the face, the ordinary turned extraordinary. I don’t know if Frankie got to hell, or even if she deserved it, but my sentence of eternal pain and suffering started that day. The day the man maddened enough with anger fired his gun wildly at anything moving – including my youngest little girl – before he took his own life.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 09.23.2013 @ 3:04 am


As he surveyed the crime scene in front of him, he longed for his old technology. He knew it didn’t help thinking of what was lost, but his mind drifted back to that day that his recon mission went awry, sending his ship into an uncontrolled descent. He had to abandon, and worse, he had to push that big red button. Self Destruct. “Goodbye Danni”, he patted his spacecraft before teleporting himself safely down to the ground. She had served him well and if she had been here, reconstructing the crime scene would have been a cinch. He looked at the policemen cordoning off the scene with bright yellow tape, the detectives and crime scene investigators climbing under it to access this private little world of chaos. The blast was local and all fires had been put out, but through the blackened debris smoke was still billowing into the streets, paying no heed to the police tape and coiled around the heads of the crowd of onlookers. He knew the humans, who have thought him one of their own for the last five years would get the answer eventually, but he did not always have their patience.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 09.12.2013 @ 2:46 am


Fear held her prisoner for years. She was used to looking out at the world with a somewhat damaged psyche. Trust did not come easy. Usually it never came. It was for all these reasons and more that she found herself lost in a sea of people. She smiled and made idle chit chat, but no-one ever knew the true Daphine. She doubted anyone ever would.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 09.10.2013 @ 2:57 am


Sitting at one of the students’ desks, she stared out across the empty lecture hall toward the blackboard. The corridor filled with the sound of students rushing past, but Eva knew none would be coming in here today, the professor’s classes were all dismissed until they could find a substitute. She looked at the chalk numbers and symbols scribbled in neat handwriting across the surface, it looked beautiful, like a kind of art. She did not kid herself with even trying to decipher them though, maths had never been her strong suite. She was more the brute force kind of gal, taking action before weighing options or calculating odds.
“Hell of a thing, hey?” a voice called from the doorway.
The young man with the messy hair and the leather jacket must be him. The genius. The consultant that they had found for her to work with.
Normally she’d take offence at calling in external help, but in this case, she didn’t mind overly much. From the coded messages and the cryptic telephone call to the agency, it was clear that a game was afoot; and it seemed wrought with a level of complexity that she could not begin to decipher on her own.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 09.09.2013 @ 2:39 am


She put down the romance thriller she was reading. It was riveting stuff. She stirred her tea absentmindedly, wishing for some intrigue in her life. Things weren’t bad, they were just so achingly dull. Looking across her table at the other patrons of the cafe and their goings-on, she wondered if any of them harbored any exciting secrets.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 09.05.2013 @ 2:27 am


There was more than just desire in his eyes. She detected a ravenousness that she was not sure she would ever be able to satiate. She welcomed the chance to try.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 09.04.2013 @ 2:11 am


She swam ashore, exhausted and bone weary. Her lungs ached as she clambered up the rocks and finally threw herself down on solid ground. Panting hard, she rolled over on her back and looked up at the outline of the old abandoned silo in front of her. For a mercy she managed to avoid the bustling harbour and ended up in the almost forgotten old harbour.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 08.16.2013 @ 8:53 pm


the savage wanted to ravage
and she let him

the knight asked oh-so-polite
and she let him

then you came along and spoiled it all with love.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 08.21.2013 @ 3:15 am


I sat at the faded, refurbished old oak dining room table with the mismatched chairs. I looked at her, mesmerized, as she flipped the breakfast pancakes. She smiled at me and the whole world shone. I walked toward her as she turned back to the stove to do the next batch. Her breath caught as I pressed up against her and kissed her neck.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 08.16.2013 @ 3:10 am


chivalry is dead they say, or is it?
would you really faint over a sword-wielding, horse riding, armored prince
or is the +20 knight who saved your ass from the fire spewing giant spiders in your online game more to your liking?

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 08.14.2013 @ 4:45 pm


smiling, beckoning, promising
i turned my back and walked away


frowning, yearning, crying
i wander endlessly


» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 08.12.2013 @ 6:06 pm


His raven black hear is longer than mine; I brush away a few strands stuck to his forehead with sweat; twist it around my finger, tugging softly.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 07.14.2013 @ 4:21 pm


The rich dark deep red velvet curtains opened, jingling some bells hung on golden thread among the folds. I was loathe to enter the antechamber, realizing that if this woman, against all odds, is a true seer, she would know what I was hiding so carefully. I was not ready for that world to be opened again. It will be a slippery oblique road, one I feared I had to face sometime, I prayed that it was just not this night.

» Posted By Minette Tonoli On 05.28.2013 @ 6:03 pm

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