Mama’s family never could afford to send her to college. From as far back as I can remember, she promised it would be different for me. “You are smart and you are beautiful,” she’d tell me. “You are going to go far.” Of course I believed her. Why wouldn’t I? I didn’t know it cost … Continue reading Manna
Never Be Robbie Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: he died ten years ago, I just want to win something, surrounded by her men, don’t get up stay there, many ways to escape, to this day, pictures of last Christmas, the look of panic was still present in her eyes, it … Continue reading Never Be Robbie
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: notice what you notice, wait I said, green and blue tapestry, the only rule is there are no rules, I am from, agreement, cat, have you ever lost a shoe, cinnamon, give, how old was I, rushed back to aloneness I am from a medium sized … Continue reading Beaded Purse
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: he had given up speaking to anyone but Molly, confidant and clown, double orange doors, Blue Planet, need a plan, must have a goal, always cleaned up behind himself, pillow confessions Tim had given up speaking to anyone but Molly a long time ago. Thanks to … Continue reading Fade to Blue
Hope you're having a lovely summer!! Enjoy it while you can, cuz fall is right around the corner. Sharing a few images of my lazy season. I'll be back sharing new Flash Fiction next Friday. See you then.
Hello, dear readers! Lately I've been feeling like a juggler who's got a lot of balls in the air. So I've decided to tuck this one in my pocket and take an August holiday from my blog. The heat is telling us all to slow down and chill out. Go swimming, eat ice cream, read … Continue reading Summer Greetings!
Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: fascinating, taking orders, Irish Black Pudding, over the top, sat in surgical peace, you get, they loved my Freddie but they loved his money more, the valley of love, the sound of Henry crying, smack dab on the, try another, you get what you pay for. I … Continue reading The Sad Story of the Broken Can Opener
It was a pretty simple prompt the other night: in the tradition of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, give your story an enticing three-item title. Sorry to sound like an ad for Canon, but I’d just bought a new printer so it was on my mind. The bigger reason I’m including the brand … Continue reading The Poet, The Coyote, and The Canon Wireless Printer
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Evelyn was three years older, bingo, when the killing began, felt kinda sorry for her, dance with your eyes closed, brown shoes “Did you know,” Evelyn began, “there was an error in the Grimm Brothers translation? They weren’t glass slippers,” she declared with a heavy emphasis … Continue reading Fur Slippers
I’m writing this on Monday night, and I just heard the news that 46 people—most likely migrants—were found dead in a trailer near San Antonio, Texas. Last week, Roe v. Wade was overturned. Last month, 19 children and 2 adults were shot to death in Uvalde, Texas, in yet another senseless example of unrestrained gun … Continue reading Happy 4th