The runners bounced around, shivering in the thirty-degree weather, when the rainbow appeared. She snapped a photo with her iPhone. No need to search for the pot of gold. Remembering…
It was going to be a cold one. Coldest winter on record. He didn’t mind chopping the wood in this rain. Anything for Maria. He’d nearly finished when her…
The subway car emptied little by little at every stop. “Last stop, Coney Island,” echoed in the empty station. No blinking lights. No color. No hearts to spin giddy by…
C’est mon premier jour en France . Je suis très nerveux . Il a toujours été mon rêve de vivre à l’étranger . Il semblait glamour … jusqu’à maintenant .…
A pumpkin latte calls for a sweater. Pumpkin bread fresh from the oven should steam the kitchen windows. It was October, but it was still popsicle weather. All she wanted…
It was October, but it felt like a sizzling July afternoon. Friday night they’d driven off. No plans, no map, no destination other than “away”. She asked him to stop…
There was so much in his bag. His wallet. The Mont Blanc pen he’d saved for. The post-it with his cousin’s phone number. Also the cruise brochure and the divorce…
Everyone laughed. They said it was just a game and one for nerds especially. She’ll have the last laugh, though. Returning as Scrabble Queen with the $500,000 check will show…
If there’s one thing that could be better than a publisher picking up your debut novel, it must be the day your debut novel releases into the world. And I’m…
The stage had been set. Literally. She’d simultaneously dreamed of and feared this moment for a week that felt like a lifetime. Would they like her? Would she stumble over…
Somewhere far off in the distance the buffalo roamed. There’d been deer and elk and prairie dogs more abundant than ants. The clouds hung low, nearing clipping the tops of…
It seemed so silly now—splitting the wood and stacking it in this heat. Sweat poured off his face and streamed down his back. His grip on the splitting wedge kept…
Thank you to everyone who has visited my blog and ‘liked’ my photo stories. It is truly appreciated. There will be a one-week intermission in the daily photo stories. They…
They dug a hole and put you six feet underground. All those years I never said what I really should have said. The regret fills every empty space you left.…
Hey you. Yeah, that’s right…I’m talking to you. What are you looking at? Huh? Never seen a squirrel with a nut? What? What was that? You say something? No I…
The emails came at all hours. And then there were the constant texts and phone calls, and why hadn’t he checked his Facebook? It was too much. So one day…
I stumbled, eventually falling forward. They were quickly approaching behind me, but I could not push myself up. My slow, final breaths blew into the blades of green grass tickling…
He’d stolen the fruit. The lemon tree in his backyard, with its few bruised blossoms, could hardly make him the money his family needed. He knew the oranges would go…
