May 1, 2015

She sat in her living room reading a book about poisonous mushrooms. Paranoia egged her on, fraying her very last nerve. If only her anxiety had no foundation. If only she hadn’t searched through Brent’s phone. If only the idiot had erased his texts to Karen, the bitch, the home-wrecker. If only she hadn’t moved…

October 30, 2014

Halloween brought out the worst in people, he mused as a woman in a black bikini and cat ears batted her eyelashes in his direction.  Disgusted, he put a twenty on the bar and headed toward the door.  His hand reached for the door at the same time as hers.  The only woman fully dressed…

October 23, 2014

Her cheeks were pink, her nose red and running.  She sniffled against the back of her glove and grinned stupidly. “Why are you so happy?” Bridgette grumbled. “It’s sweater weather!”  Becca danced in a circle and pulled at the frumpy shape that laid across her frame, it was a kaleidoscope of browns and greens and…

October 16, 2014

I love the sound of rain when I am inside. The way it beats against the skylights is hypnotic.  I love how the light changes, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere.  When I’m inside… When I’m outside, it’s my enemy, turning my clothes into a claustrophobic restraint, my hair into, well, it’s not pretty.  And…

October 3, 2014

Her hand was cool against his.  He held it gently in his palm and wrapping his other hand around her fingers, pressing them tightly against him. “Live.  Take my strength.”  Unheeded pleas welled forth from his lips, unburdening his heart’s desire to give his life for hers.

September 12, 2014

The elevator doors opened and the two passengers looked up, horrified.  I stepped in and they scurried out.  The taller one choked an apology as the doors closed.  I heard peals of laughter shrieking as the elevator continued its descent. And then… the odor assaulted me.  To my mortification, the elevator doors opened and my…

August 29, 2014

The Puzzle The day is warm and yet she dressed for winter.  For three consecutive days I’ve watched her push an empty, bulky stroller up the hill.  Her limp gets more pronounced just before the crest. An empty stroller.  A child lost, perhaps?  She walks with purpose, not the anxious steps of a frantic mother….