Written with the prompt: secret colors Climate change is jerking Marilee around. Day before yesterday it rained. Not hard, not steady, but enough to force her into her hooded barn coat and water proof hiking boots. Didn’t matter, she had no umbrella and felt damp and clammy all morning. Yesterday a transition, cloudy and pleasantly brisk. Today, sunny and 90 … Continue reading October Shift
Written with the prompts: thank God none of this is real, write what first comes to mind, caffeine, cats and cuss words, false red lips, stop, I needed contact with those who would give me welcome, the night is young. Most prompts were massaged a bit here! Theresa was under the impression that Facebook was a role-playing … Continue reading Twyla, on Facebook
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: waffles at the Lucky Café, sure you’re ready for this, a little bit of sun, I’ve never had any goals, it doesn’t matter, I want my God scrambled, no ham, three daisies, counterintuitive, do you smell that, eyes silent, for fourteen days, dawdled, if I could see, … Continue reading Waffles at the Lucky Cafe
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: discombobulated, rhinoceros, rising sun, in this photograph, 1968 In this photograph, Jack is playing guitar for the children at the weekly sing-along. He’d been doing it for decades, ever since I’d started teaching kindergarten when we were newly-weds. We’d continued the tradition even after I’d retired. It was fun … Continue reading The Herd
Written with the prompts: Dad was back, explore clean living and peace, go away, bottom of a crevasse covered in______, laced with ______ which made the men mellow, huddled in the kitchen, don’t antagonize the cat, for sale sign on the boat, singing, Gina saw his ghost, lost his voice, hiking in Yosemite, learn to surf, … Continue reading The Crevasse
For this writing group meeting, my friend John went to Home Depot and gathered up paint chips: euphoric magenta, misty lavender, planetary star, Renoir bisque, canyon dusk, blueprint, what remains In my dreams, the dead refuse to talk to me. They show up often enough, passing me in the hallways of hospitals or on the sidewalk in … Continue reading What Remains
Written with the prompts: Teletubbies, c’mon, tug at my sleeve, the big lie, awareness, Joe liked to torment me, harbor, push, father, took me a long time, yellow, smells like chicken soup, Bailey Island “C’mon,” Joe said, tugging at my sleeve, hastening our progress as we attempted to maneuver through the crowd. I felt overwhelmed with an … Continue reading Holding the Vision
Written with the prompts: body speak, Peter came across a horrible secret in Arriana's diary, wet her pants, invisible threads, the bowl hit the tile floor, hospitality Peter sat up a little straighter at the breakfast table when he heard Arriana’s footfall on the stairs. He glanced at his sister Phoebe slicing strawberries at the cutting … Continue reading The Horrible Secret in Arriana’s Diary
For a final summer rerun, this is one of my favorites. I hope you love it too. Written with the prompts: monster, did it wander off, but that’s why you want to be there, beautiful but scary, slower and more careful, underwater, he started to cry, a cozy place Memorie is in a cozy … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote
An August rerun for your reading pleasure! Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: he had no passport, typing blind, a friend went with me, winds off of Carmel, you can smell the money, true love, it was a surprise to me, Carol are you there, critter, does the door open, how do I … Continue reading The Passport
