Written with my Thursday night group. The prompt was “the wind has to stop!” But I interpreted it a bit differently. The wind has two stops. It curls down Alhambra Boulevard and stops near the corner of 29thand R Streets. It greets the people waiting at the light rail station with the scent of the river, … Continue reading The Wind
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: waiting for the rain, in the kitchen, wayfarer, in the hands of God Maryann sat in the kitchen surrounded by fresh produce Frank had carried in just moments earlier. She didn’t know where he’d gotten this large paper bag of zucchini and tomatoes, eggplants and … Continue reading Escaping Fresh Produce
This was written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompt, "Don't feed the ducks." It should be noted that the photo above is of Joe Mallard, as his mate Marietta is rather camera shy. Joe and Marietta Mallard were vacationing in Sacramento valley pools they caught sight of as they traversed the … Continue reading The Musings of Marietta Mallard
I wrote this piece with my Thursday night writing group with the intriguing prompts: a child with wings, beautiful but scary, delivered right to your door, eternal spring, a green bird in winter, and he couldn't escape the red. Maybe it's a bit of flash fiction, but it feels like the first page of a … Continue reading A Child With Wings
I got very busy with the actual (as opposed to the virtual) world last week and missed a post. So here are three stories to make up for it. Or maybe it's only one story. You be the judge. Written with my Thursday night writing group. Very elaborate prompts including: He had known better, OR, … Continue reading His True Name
This is a piece of Flash Fiction that I wrote with my Thursday night group with a list of prompts too long to copy here. This is NOT a fictionalized account of the day a homeless man came to my door and I let him in and he stayed until I'd written a 700 page … Continue reading A stranger came to my door
Written with my Thursday night group Prompts: none of us do, he had a beard twice as long, once you know that, possible flaw, remember the accident, so many lies, something wrong with his eyes She called him Green Beard, and once you know that it tells you all you need to know. Sometimes she’d … Continue reading Green Beard
Written at Thursday Group, after a guided meditation in which we were invited to imagine finding a gift under the water, and then transforming into a flower. My friends told me there was a gift under the water and I imagined something of earthly value—a rare coin, a beautiful ruby or emerald, or maybe one of … Continue reading The Lizard
This is a bizarre little story I wrote in our Thursday night group. My goal was to use every prompt, and to make my friends laugh. Prompts: her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center, he was as tall as a 6’3” tree, inanimate as a lamp, guarded opinions, … Continue reading The Woman in the White Hat
Susan was charmed when her three-year-old son asked for a baby doll. Drew had a variety of action figures and plush animals, but now he wanted a baby to feed because Mommy had a new baby to feed. Susan asked Matt to buy something simple (code for cheap), something durable, something sweet. But Matt came … Continue reading Tearing Down A Wall
