In The Grip

Written with the prompts:  springtime, accepting limits but pushing for more, wonder about the ivy, there is always a little girl standing in the corner just staring, Maddie in the grip Maddie is in the grip of a good story, her pale face illuminated by the blue light of her Kindle.  It is winter inside … Continue reading In The Grip

The Voice

There was already a voice in Jessamyn’s head when the beacon hit her eyes.  It told her a story about a serpent of light coiled around the hard ridges of her face—her right cheekbone, right eye, her tight angular jaw.  It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun, the voice said, and Jessamyn almost … Continue reading The Voice

The Passport

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 look, junk drawer, he wants to but, … Continue reading The Passport

Escaping Fresh Produce

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