Every Friday, on kristenamears.com, Stena Mears submits a topical fiction blog post
The pungent aroma of fresh coffee drifted through my dreams and nudged me awake. Willing myself to keep dreaming, I ignored the hot cup I knew my husband had set on the bedside table. I didn’t want to get up. I wasn’t sure why. I just knew I didn’t. I was having one of those amazing… Read More Friday Fiction – The Smell of Hot Coffee… Read More Friday Fiction – The Smell of Hot Coffee
I watched him drive away. My memory flooded with images of a small towheaded boy who was so meticulous about how he put his toys away; until he became a teen, that is. Then it became a fight to get him to clean anything. I was lucky though. That was the most trouble he had ever… Read More Fiction Friday – The Promise… Read More Fiction Friday – The Promise
Grabbing a sheet of Thotrans out of the stationary box on my deck, I curled up on the sofa. Laying the chip in my hand onto the chip in my stationary, I began to think my worried through. As I did, I could see my thought transfer from a jumbled mess to an organized letter on… Read More Friday Fiction – What progress we’ve made.… Read More Friday Fiction – What progress we’ve made.
1945 was a great year to be an eight-year-old boy in rural Indiana. School had just let out and my big bro was headin’ home. Tommy and Mag’s families weren’t as lucky as ours. The war had snatched their brothers. I felt plum sorry for them… but maybe not as sorry as I shoulda. Momma had… Read More Friday Fiction – It’s Just Not Right – Flash Fiction… Read More Friday Fiction – It’s Just Not Right – Flash Fiction
Meg ran her hand over the smooth oak veneer. Her fingers caressed the intricate woodwork as she knelt down in front of the wood chest. Flattening her hand, she pushed her fingers between the ornately scalloped wood and the faded gray of what used to be multi-colored Nichol’s rug. Wiggling her fingers, she willed them to find the… Read More Friday Fiction – The Old Chest – Flash Fiction… Read More Friday Fiction – The Old Chest – Flash Fiction
There was a time when it hadn’t meant so much to me. Even then it had been important. But now, now it was the only thing on my mind. I had searched the whole house, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I know I was wearing it yesterday. I know it! I never… Read More The Necklace – A Flash Fiction… Read More The Necklace – A Flash Fiction