I was just pulling out my credit card when the conversation from the two girls behind me broke through the fog in my mind. “I couldn’t believe it either!” The two young ladies giggled with laughter. I glanced over my shoulder at them as I shoved my credit card into the chip reader. “Are you… Read More Fiction Friday – Forty Weeks and Counting… Read More Fiction Friday – Forty Weeks and Counting
I’ve posted this short story before, but it’s one of my favorites and since I haven’t been feeling well this week, I wasn’t able to do much writing. I hope you forgive me this week and I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have. Dust Into Glass “They’re glass.” “Yes, I… Read More Dust Into Glass – Short Story in Dialogue… Read More Dust Into Glass – Short Story in Dialogue
Mother’s Day is always special, but this year was even more so. This year my little granddaughter was here with us. Two and a half-year-old Bug was always learning a new trick and she was always so eager to share. This week’s new adventure was potty training. It’s so fun to watch her get such utter joy a little… Read More The Mother’s Day Gift – Flash Fiction… Read More The Mother’s Day Gift – Flash Fiction
My hands were stained with the evidence of my guilt. There was no way of turning back the grains of time and undoing my sin; not even if I’d wanted to… which I wasn’t sure I did. I had tried to resist. But passion is hard to endure. The past few days I had done… Read More Caught – Flash Fiction… Read More Caught – Flash Fiction
How long had I stood there and stared at this toothpaste tube… ten, fifteen minutes? I wish I knew why this simple chore is so difficult? Why do I kid myself? I do know. It’s because the blasted toothpaste companies make it so darn hard for those of us who care about our weight! It just makes me so… Read More Toothpaste – micro fiction… Read More Toothpaste – micro fiction
This isn’t the type of story I like to write. But then again, this wasn’t a story. This was a dream. A nightmare. It was one of those nightmares you have when you’re sick. You know the kind I mean? The ones that are all disjointed and don’t make any sense. Last week, when I was… Read More The Nightmare – Flash Fiction… Read More The Nightmare – Flash Fiction