This is a reprint of one of my most popular stories, a fun little mystery for October. Enjoy! Memorie is in a cozy pace, propped up with pillows and notebook, herbal tea and the most affectionate of her three cats at her right hip on the sofa next to her. She has arrived at this … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: I hope I’m to in your way; I’m not dead, only you; frightened by my body; I sued to pretend it was fun; haunted by whispers; she played sax; didn’t want to go there; let’s hear it for cousin Karen; a gap between her two front … Continue reading Only You
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: beautiful Melvina, giggles again, untethered soul, gardenias in hair, watching cartoons, unremarkable bone, human life will flicker out, when I think of returning to my mother, when I look in my mother’s eyes, quirky details, go ahead and pat me down, she sort of smiled, … Continue reading Beautiful Melvina
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Georgianna, I heard you, love out loud, she did okay, bombs against bamboo, this is what it sounds like when a dove cries, jiminy cricket, we haven’t done this in a long time, she strolled into the shop, removed her jacket, what does your family think, smells, … Continue reading Georgianna
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: first days at school, Fred said, not in the forest anymore, jitterbugging encouraged, sometimes it feels good to take the long way, she described our story, I love our deck, winter, shared experiences, aura of purple, for the gate, hair love or hare love, her creative brain … Continue reading The Deck
This is a reprint of one of my most popular stories, a fun little mystery for October. Enjoy! Memorie is in a cozy pace, propped up with pillows and notebook, herbal tea and the most affectionate of her three cats at her right hip on the sofa next to her. She has arrived at this … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote
Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: a blur from the beginning, among the garbage and the flowers, half tempted, they’ll never understand, new normal, Margaret needs her own room, I love the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night, fireworks in Madrid, red eye, not fragile like a flower, fragile like … Continue reading Searching
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 pace, propped up with pillows and notebook, iced herbal tea and the most affectionate of her three cats … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote
Written with my Thursday Writing Group with the prompts: “59 miles,” she said, secret room filled with jasmine and. . ., never saying, this is going to be one of those days, she had that look in her eye, do, and you want to travel blind, light filtered through the trees, Linda, how to disappear … Continue reading Disappearing
This is a piece of Flash Fiction that I wrote with my Thursday night group with a list of prompts too long to copy here. This is NOT a fictionalized account of the day a homeless man came to my door and I let him in and he stayed until I'd written a 700 page … Continue reading A stranger came to my door
