Another Summer Rerun from 2021 I wrote this--as I often do--with my Thursday night writing group. Prompts included: I have waited too long, ferocious food, what was the house like, Agnes and her pike, why wouldn't I want an Italian cavalry sword, diagnosis, immediately largest (which I changed to largess). Another challenge was to weave … Continue reading Too Late
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
Beginning Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: tumbleweeds, fruit, this morning I could smell _______, no one seemed upset, just move one foot, stories I don’t want or need to hear again, things my mother told me, I was never meant to, raisins, eaten for protein, he began to chant, knowledge is power, … Continue reading Beginning
