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
This is a reprint of a 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 pale yellows. Suddenly she found herself attracted to burgundy, teal, and aubergine. She stopped dyeing her hair yellow blond, gave up the tinted contacts, the high … Continue reading Becoming a Crone
Time for a summer rerun! Enjoy! In a land where the river was filling with salt, and the water was creeping into the garden patch, the iguanas climbed high and the sloths slunk low, and the natives called the avocados “alligator pears.” The big green fruit was infamous for its pebbly skin. Some claimed … Continue reading Alligator Pears
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 pale yellows. Suddenly she found herself attracted to burgundy, teal, and aubergine. She stopped dyeing her hair yellow blond, gave up the tinted contacts, the high … Continue reading Becoming a Crone
Shrinking in the Drought Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: I am the walrus, oh baby it’s a wild world, breaking rocks in the hot sun, tonight, maybe the drought shrunk it, proven to be, on a river raft, burning, why why why, learning a new way, don’t ask questions, too tired … Continue reading Shrinking in the Drought
Written with the prompts: mission statement, this is the voice of my body, but then I might not, worth the wait, you’ll thank me later, was I wrong, tap tap tap, urgent, symbol of your independence, live with the itch, a crooked umbrella, the darkness shattered, he was weird We gather because it’s been fifty … Continue reading Voice of My Body
In a land where the river was filling with salt, and the water was creeping into the garden patch, the iguanas climbed high and the sloths slunk low, and the natives called the avocados “alligator pears.” The big green fruit was infamous for its pebbly skin. Some claimed they were reptile eggs, and if … Continue reading Alligator Pears
Matilda parked Grandma under the tree while she hung the wet sheets on the line. “I love the smell of fresh laundry,” Grandma said as she watched her hired care giver. Matilda smiled and nodded. “This has always been my favorite tree,” she continued, lifting her arms to take in the outstretched branches, the canopy … Continue reading One Tiny Moth Hole
Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: do you think I made that up?, my hands have my attention because they hurt, blurry faces, where did you see me?, what is the temperature?, my neighbor, we should do it again, she can’t hear you, goddess for a night, follow me, making wages, what are … Continue reading Keep the Change
When I was 21 I went to Europe on a five-week student tour with my best friends. On our last day we were in England, and we went on a boat ride down the Thames to Greenwich. I have several memories of that day, a few funny stories, conversations, photos, but there was one image … Continue reading Sheltering-in-Place
