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
“Hello?” “Hi Mother, How ar…” “Oh, it’s you.” “Sigh… Yes, Mother, it’s me. You don’t need to sound so disappointed.” “Well, I’m busy. Here, let me put you on speakerphone.” “I thought you hated the speakerphone. What are you doing?” “I’m painting if you must know.” “I didn’t know you painted. When did you start painting?”… Read More The Apple – Flash Fiction… Read More The Apple – Flash Fiction
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
Anna fidgeted with the side of her tunic as she stood, waiting. The group of men before her were all familiar to her, but she had never before been called to the formal assembly. Her eyes focused on Tamal as the Rabbi rose and walked to the center of the large room and stopped a few feet in front of… Read More Fiction Friday – The Summons – Flash Fiction… Read More Fiction Friday – The Summons – Flash Fiction
Thursday is my Wednesday. I work Tuesday through Saturday so the middle of my week is on Thursday. it’s my humpday. While everyone else is coming to the end of their week and rejoicing over the fact that their weekend begins the next day, I’m still trying to crawl through the middle. Normally this… Read More Writing IS a Real Job… Read More Writing IS a Real Job