Tearing Down a Wall
I wrote this story years ago, when NPR had a flash fiction contest for Presidents' Day. It didn't win, maybe because Ronald Reagan didn't appear in the story himself. But [...]
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Mar, 2025
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Mar, 2025
Why We Were Brought Together
Why We Were Brought Together Isabel’s daughter Allison had named the puppy Hannah Montana after that dreadful Miley Cyrus character, and of course Isabel was okay with it. After all, [...]
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Feb, 2025
White Violets
The prompt for this was to use the names of Oscar winning movies. I chose The Shape of Water In late February Marcella found a meager crop of unevenly spaced [...]
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Feb, 2025
I Didn’t Know He Was the Devil
These prompts are from Two Sylvias Newsletter: “How Does Your Garden Grow?”-flower prompts!—bleeding heart, devil’s backbone, cupid’s dart, angels’ trumpet, fairy bells, lamb’s ear, hen and chicks, sneezeweed, ghost pipe, [...]
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Feb, 2025
The Story of Two Cookies
Two Cookies This was written with my Thursday night group. There were many prompts as usual, but I only used two: the story of two cookies and dumbass pandemic During [...]
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Jan, 2025
Spool
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: do you have any new memories?, he was not ready, dream, we the people, but first the table of contents, he [...]
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Jan, 2025
Leave It To The Bees
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: face, United States, queen, xerox, tundra, nectarine, hail, cat, vermin, isolation Jenna stretches out in a small patch of sunlight [...]
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Nov, 2024
Lost and Found
As Thanksgiving approaches, I decided to share again this story from last year, a tale of abundance, gratitude, joy. Susan lost her glasses one morning, early before seven o’clock, while [...]
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Nov, 2024
When the Past Isn’t There
Written with the prompts: pull, how would you. . ., not sadness, more like frustration, tired of red, scent of lavender and stone, it was practice, by their silence, [...]
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Oct, 2024
Becoming a Crone
This is a reprint of another Halloween favorite. Enjoy! Pearl became a crone gradually. It started when she shed her pastel, party-mint-colored clothes, the pinks, the baby blues and [...]