There were only two prompts for today's piece: "the woods are lovely, dark and deep" (a line from Robert Frost's Stopping byWoods on a Snowy Evening) and "Things Change, Even Now." I'm calling this flash fiction even though it's based on actual events because I took license with a lot of details, so don't tell … Continue reading Dark and Deep
Annika, the Shoemaker’s Daughter Written with my Thursday writing group with the prompts: forbidden, midafternoon stop and go pattern, cracking into the present, escaping into the future, stared and waved, towels dropped over her, cheese paddle, song, shoemaker’s daughter, she was a cheap exhibitionist, with the sun in her eyes, if you want to learn the … Continue reading Annika, the Shoemaker’s Daughter
On our first trip to Europe, some of us fell in love with Paris: the art, the architecture, the tiny cafes where you could sit drinking coffee and eating bread and cheese all afternoon. Lillian took up smoking short brown cigarettes and spent hours jotting in her journal. Petra teased that Lillian was talking on a Gertrude Stein … Continue reading We Are Older Now
I've been crazy busy these past weeks, so I'm going to treat us all to an old favorite, a rerun, this week. Enjoy! After midnight the day-old loaves of bread in the bakery turn into slumbering cats. Some are brown and toasty, some white and fragrant, some calico dotted with black, brown and golden patches … Continue reading Bread Cats
Written with the prompts: be able to answer that call, are we there yet?, shit no!, you are told what to think but, a faded newspaper picture, why they did what they did, intuition, water can get hot, dream or fantasy, guidance, let’s look at this from a different perspective, I am in a body, sticky … Continue reading Susan’s Calling
Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: you’ll wonder why, shoot for the moon, balsamic vinegarette, ceramic wine glasses, dread, warning, tree trunk across the path, this way please, she buzzed the door open, hearing thunder when you were a child, the white swan stared intently at the black one, the conference of the birds, … Continue reading Complement
Today's offering is the tiniest of flash fiction, written in poem form.The river is lapping on my porch. Red fish and blue fish leap toward the doorbellseeking sanctuary.My cat smacks her lips wishes for opposable thumbs.Meanwhile, I ama Russian nesting doll.I contain multitudes.The old woman on the outsideis undecided.The young woman within is watching the … Continue reading Matryoshka
I wrote this story a few years ago. On the surface it may not seem romantic, but in the chaos of this year, I felt it would make a nice Valentine's Day offering. I hope you enjoy it. When Jenna arrived at the border, she was surprised to find a guard at the gate. His … Continue reading At the Border
I've been down with a monster cold the past couple weeks, and this blog was neglected. So today I'm publishing one of the first flash fiction pieces I wrote about eight years ago. I hope you enjoy it! Written with the prompts: He had known better, OR, She is the only one who knew me, … Continue reading His True Name
Written with the prompts: you know how we are, working on a list of things to do, no gray only black or white, what?, doors with round corners, rusty knife under the pillow, felt blue, what is your heart doing, worry a lot less every day, remembering/forgetting, it looked impossible, Mom smiled down at me, … Continue reading You Know How We Are
