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
I wasn't sure where this was going, then I decided to take it over the top (literally) because why not??!! Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: break my heart buttercup, only in my dreams, beware you are bound for heartache, wine keeps blowing the seas, tell me straight, don’t mince your … Continue reading In My Dreams
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 was actually nice to look at, mine mine mine, many details, the trouble with questions is that there are answers, a spool of thread (or … Continue reading Spool
As a Valentine treat, I’m reviving a little romantic tale of an amorous, adventurous couple. Charlie was a regular guy living a regular life. Then he met Mabel and he slipped over the edge. Mabel was a force of nature, a combination Earth Mother/Ruth Bader Ginsberg no-nonsense intellectual feminine feminist who believed the world was a place … Continue reading Charlie and Mabel
As the holidays approach, we may encounter way too many opportunities to indulge in a bit of unhealthy eating. And so I've decided to share again this cautionary tale of love and lard. Written four years ago with the prompts: when we first met, onions, high tide  When we first met he was sitting … Continue reading Big Love
Here's a different kind of Valentine's Story with a different kind of happy ending. Written a few years back with the prompts: Angus lost a shoe not far from the folly, busy street but you are alone, dog named Moose who didn’t like men, buyer’s remorse, refuse, I can carry on It all started the … Continue reading Marilyn’s Folly
Written with my Thursday night group with he prompts: Howard Johnson’s, she liked it because she didn’t have to tell them her name, the toothache wouldn’t go away, but you knew that, be here, it was unusual and delightful, finally figured it out, bursting pomegranate, give me a little sugar, just shut up, are you … Continue reading One At A Time
In celebration of the season, I bring you the re-publication of a favorite Valentine's Day, "isn't it romantic" tale. Enjoy! Miranda painted her face with forty-seven different shades of lipstick, browns and corals on her eyelids and forehead, hot flamingo pinks across her cheeks like tiger stripes, and deep reds on her lips and chin. … Continue reading The Sensitive Man and The Chocolate Chip Cookies
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
As a Valentine treat, I'm reviving a little romantic tale of an amorous, adventurous couple. Charlie was a regular guy living a regular life.  Then he met Mabel and he slipped over the edge.  Mabel was a force of nature, a combination Earth Mother/Ruth Bader Ginsberg no-nonsense intellectual feminine feminist who believed the world was a place … Continue reading The Saga of Charlie and Mabel
