So much depends upon a red ceramic mug, filled with black coffee, on the back patio rail. It’s her first day back at work after a long summer break. Tears…
This is my first Top Ten Tuesday. So much better than Mother$#*$, It’s Monday. Or Why is it only Wednesday? Or Not Through Yet Thursday. Or so much better than…
Saturday night I went to the theater. Just saying “theater”–in a slightly British/Old-Fashioned Wealthy accent–makes me feel so cultured and intellectual. It began as a favor to a friend, but…
Monday. It all starts so hopeful. Dreams of organization, daily trips to the gym, a Marine-like adherence to healthy eating. All things are possible. Life is a full refrigerator on…
The glassy lake sparkled that day. She could hardly tell the difference between trees reaching toward sky and those sinking into the deep blue waters. Up or down, real or…
Her employer received a windfall of money, yet they don’t want to give her a decent raise. She’s expected to work at home and through lunch, but where is…
On Friday nights, it’s the place for my empty pizza box and Sunday mornings, for the coffee grounds. But yesterday it was the place someone took himself to die. Like…
She didn’t have high hopes. She never did anymore. But still, when he entered the dimly lit bar and she saw his small frame and much older appearance, she couldn’t…
It had been twenty years since she left. She looked out at the buildings, those like any other city’s downtown. But she saw trips to the stadium and block parties…
“Pasta again?” he complained. While he grumbled through the meal, I sat to his right, twirling the endless noodles around and around on my fork and wondering what it would…
Twenty years ago they made the pact. If neither found their true love, they’d meet at the garden bench. It was no cliché to them. This is where they’d met,…
Somewhere they board a plane at sunset. Off to a desert land that reads more like a horror novel than a vacation brochure. They’ll face enemies—those faces outside and that…
Facing the altar, she looked up at a perfectly round stained-glass window. Kaleidoscope. Her heart tumbled backward in time. Like her tiny hand many years ago, her mind turned that…
I took the boat out yesterday. I caught a couple fish. Later I walked down to the market for the vegetables. The stray black cat was still lurking on the…
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…
