She stared hard at the pizza box. Kale smoothies. Wheatgrass shots. Quinoa salad. This is what she was supposed to eat. She felt regret sneaking up, but threw up her…
Why was it easy for everyone else to find a husband, boyfriend—or heck—even a date? What was the key to attracting a man amidst all the girls slutting it up…
Standing front and center, a young boy realized a dream. Further back in the crowd, a man kissed his girlfriend. In the balcony seats, a tired lawyer struggled to keep…
She watched from above and imagined lazily lounging on the deck of a boat. When the hot sun warmed her skin to perfection, she’d jump into the liquid sea glass…
He had quickly become the star of the fruit stand, squawking and walking right into customers’ hearts. One night, though, an owl spooked him, and Carlton ran out into the…
Six red apples scattered beneath a tree. A grocery run turned violent? An angry teacher? Maybe simply a universal truth painted in real life. She walks on and blows her…
The boat moved swiftly, but his hand still twitched. Often he’d wanted to quit, such hard work for so little reward. But days like today were the dream he lived…
This Writer’s Space: Leslie Hauser. The lovely Cassandra Page allowed me to join her This Writer’s Space series. Check me out at the link above! 🙂 This Writer's Space: Leslie…
The room looks as it had five years ago—vacant and full of promise. She’d hoped to fill all the emptiness, but she’s remained lonely, clinging to the remote control for…
She could hardly blame her hair anymore. It was all laid out in front of her. The lifeless nights and dreary days were her own fault, a consequence of laziness.…
Tonight I stared at a line-up of hair products and instruments resting on my bathroom counter. I’d left them out after getting ready to go out this evening. And the…
