Plum: an Equinox Story She calls herself Plum and she lives on a patch of dirt at the edge of a winding road near the river levee. She lives amid chipped quartz and granite, broken clam shells, and spikey dandelion leaves. She is never the first to bloom in late February; that honor goes to … Continue reading Plum: an Equinox Story
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: he spotted me, stronger investment, dangerous, everybody knows your name, raining each day, water gets hot, warning-this bag is not a toy, dynamite, one muddy boot, luggage, tickle of dew on my toe, bright night air, out the door He spotted me at the department store pocketing … Continue reading Red
