Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
“That’s effing awesome!” “Language.” “But ma. The diner car is up in the air.” Resisting the temptation to go easy, she suppressed a smile. “Don’t ‘but ma’ me young man. I’m tired and you know your dad doesn’t have any patience for your stories. Get your book. It’s math time.” “But ma!” “No buts!… Continue reading Day Three
reverie broken memories wet on my cheek a dream in a tear Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and to Fandango for two great ideas that worked perfectly together. Check out their sites for great writing and the rules of the game.
Today, I offer a “tongue in cheek” look behind the scenes of my budding career as a sculptor.* “Is that your first sculpture?” He asked. That’s a bit of a cheeky question, I thought before replying: “Yes. Hard to believe, isn’t it? It’s so life-like. And look at those cheek bones!” “Erm … yes. They… Continue reading Great Cheeks!
Apparently this was it: the prison’s law library. One row of ancient books on a rickety cart. Was that smell despair or just mildew? Probably mildew. The stink of despair was coming from—as they say—inside the house. Did they still call it the Big House? Or was that passé? She much preferred that to slammer… Continue reading The Big House
Quit staring at me! You’re starting to give me a complex! Don’t blame me if people are looking at you. What do you expect!? I expect people to mind their own damn business! But seriously Sue, what’s with the monkey face? These 41 words of sheer fictional genius (ha ha) were inspired by Sammi's Scribbles challenge… Continue reading talking to the monkey in the mirror
Silence, music for an introvert’s soul. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Holidays got me like ... Thanks to 6WSP for easing me back into things!
Flashback post for Fandango's Flashback Friday I’d noticed the lights when I left the motel. They never got closer. But they also never dropped back. It was like we were attached by an invisible static line. I told myself I was being paranoid but a line from that movie he loves kept running through my… Continue reading The Lights
She wondered whether the storm windows would hold. They were meant to keep out bad weather, not … well whatever was falling from the sky. It was funny she used to think the end of the world would come later. After she was gone. Not when her dreams were finally within her grasp. It wasn’t… Continue reading Climate Storm v. Storm Windows
She planned to go at first light. But as the rays filtered through the slats, she felt a moment of doubt. No! It had to be now. If she didn’t go now, she’d never go. Her ‘no’ spun into a maybe until it was a yes. Then she’d be stuck. Forever. No! Now beckoned.… Continue reading Following the Sun
Wow. The line is out the door. I guess dying young will do that. Everyone you know is still alive. At least it’s not raining. Finally. Through the door! Damn. It’s like the line for Space Mountain. At least there’s music. Hmmm? What’s that song? What a Wonderful Life. That’s perfect.… Continue reading The Ear Worm
