Dorothy sure was lucky, having that magical yellow brick road. All I have is the rocky town road with its unending double yellow line telling me not to turn and…
The email arrived unexpectedly. Waves of nausea rumbled inside her. She tried sleeping it off. And emotionally eating it up. Even running away from it. But nothing restores order better…
He stared out at rows of pumpkins. Gourds. He remembered his mother-in-law’s lecturing voice. How would he know which one to pick? We need the perfect pumpkin. A shiver traveled…
Uncertainty. It lurks in the shadows like a predator awaiting a moment of weakness. It hovers like a shroud of dense gray fog on a July afternoon. It frightens like…
The morning skies were dark and all her pictures a muted gray. Then, as if Touchdown Jesus heard her prayer, the skies turned a sparkling blue. When the dome rose…
She’s had a crush on him since sophomore year. Her best friend helped her bake the cookies, and tomorrow before the game she’ll leave them at his locker with a…
She took her sweaters and jeans and jackets. She took her grandmother’s china cabinet. And she took her anger and her laughter and that flip of her hair. All she…
Every year he waits for the lightning storm. He hadn’t been ready that October night when the lightning had taken her from him. That would never happen again. Those flashes…
She loved the colors of Fall: deep reds, soft browns, golden yellows, and fiery oranges. She loved the way those colors floated so gracefully through the crisp air and settled…
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…
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…
