Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: got to pee, reserve yours now, the after life is all about softness, play the music, tall tales, first come first served, he only nodded back, sometimes start at the end of the story, dating, taste, elegant dancer, hmmm she thought Donna sometimes liked to start at … Continue reading Story Teller
Elusive feet stretching away from the rest of my body you are a mysterious duo. Earthbound like two turtles you spread your toes wide and flat refusing to conform to narrow confines of stylish pumps and spiked heels. You are stubborn rebels; I cannot trust you. Perched on the edge of a cliff … Continue reading My Elusive Feet
Written with my Thursday night group using the prompts: no, nothing; tired of using words; so many reasons not to; teenager; rainfall; gratitude; advice; airplanes; ordinary people; noun deficient Marie grew tired of using words. It started during the pandemic when she decided out of boredom to clean out the closets. It felt good to get rid … Continue reading The Inadequacy of Words
I pray and affirm that the people of our country are compassionate and kind. We believe in fairness, democracy, and freedom for all. We are willing to work hard to create a community where all are welcome, safe, financially secure, and valued for their unique gifts and perspectives. I celebrate my home today, and look … Continue reading Happy Fourth of July!
I wrote this--as I often do--with my Thursday night writing group. Prompts included: I have waited too long, ferocious food, what was the house like, Agnes and her pike, why wouldn't I want an Italian cavalry sword, diagnosis, immediately largest (which I changed to largess). Another challenge was to weave a color throughout the piece--and … Continue reading Too Late
Hello, dear readers. How are you? I am fine. Well, kinda fine. I am emerging slowly, as many of us are, attending to things that have been put off too long—dental appointments, household repairs, long overdue purchases, wellness exams for my cats. Stuff like that. I want to get out, but it’s scary too. I’m fully vaccinated, my health risk is … Continue reading Sheltering-in-Place: final edition?
Another re-run this week, another of my favorite #FlashFictionFriday stories. Enjoy! The route was beautiful but scary, starting in the most crime-ridden and garbage-strewn streets of the financial district, a place where hefty men in silk business suits and expensive running shoes would dart into limos escorted by taller, fitter men in cheap suits and … Continue reading A Boy With Wings
I'm needing a bit of a break so I thought I'd run a few of my greatest hits here. Maybe next week too, not sure yet. At any rate, here's a fan favorite that I hope you'll enjoy. After midnight the day-old loaves of bread in the bakery turn into slumbering cats. Some are brown … Continue reading Bread Cats
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: empty journal, her lips tasted like wine, no one ever noticed her, she was just there, 16 years gone to hell, I have good memories of that house, there’s nothing quite like, until the sun smiles, write me a litter and tell me about It, complicated … Continue reading In the Wine Garden
I wrote this with my Thursday night group with the prompts: how?, good for them, but what do you really want, Monday is for ones, be happy and smile, find love, she enjoyed the solitude, lunch friends, fellow misfits, Jimmy and Ted “Good for them,” Celeste said when she heard about Mark and Marie’s engagement. She injected … Continue reading Monday’s Cafe
