Negative vibes deleted. Love magnet available. Thanks to the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (delete) and Linda's SoCS Challenge (magnet) for today's inspiration.
Some days were better than others. He’d leave the house. Buy groceries. Walk in the park. Feed the squirrels. Try to go on without her. But most days were bad. On those days he’d stay in bed. Thinking only of her. Hurting as badly as he had that first day without her. And then there… Continue reading a better day
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had imagined this moment so many times. Written stories. Blogged my theories. Argued with reddit idiots. Once I even tried to paint a picture. And almost every night I dreamed about it. Beautiful dreams. Colors swirling. Humming anticipation. And me in the center of it all! Bathed… Continue reading 2020 Strikes Again
Susan felt like a fool. It was 1977 not 1957. My god, she was a liberated woman! How could she fall for his line? Stupid! But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Champagne. His voice in her ear. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but meet me here on Christmas Eve.” Stupid! Did she think… Continue reading but, still (or the magic door)
Time has lost all meaning. Had it been one year? Twenty years? One hundred? More? She had stopped trying to count the days long ago. But she had believed--really believed--she'd be able to note the seasons. Hoping to mark the years. Imagining she’d be able to picture their faces as time passed. She had wanted… Continue reading Time
Jessie tried (unsuccessfully) to keep her expression neutral, but the cottage was perfect! Exactly as advertised. Exposed brick. Plank floors. Fireplaces. A patio for morning coffee and afternoon wine. “So what do you think?” “It seems nice but …” She scrambled for some price-reducing flaws. “… but what’s with all the garlic?” “Seller quirk. Easy… Continue reading Welcome to the Neighborhood
Nothing could have prepared Sue for the surge. She had always known she was different but this …. This was more than different. This was some freak level stuff. She could feel the agitated hum of the crowd as they realized something wasn’t right. And then a shift. Subtle at first. Agitation turning into fear.… Continue reading Nothing
I’m bought and worn, but I ain’t no dupe to trick, so mask on, show up, vote No one's coming to save us so we must save ourselves. MASK ON. SHOW UP. VOTE. Thanks to MindLoveMiserysMenagerie for giving me a forum to vent.
Three days. It had been three days since they delivered the box. Technically, three days, four hours, and 37 minutes. But who’s counting. She knew he was there. The gate squeaked. It had been over two weeks since he’d left. Technically 15 days, three hours, and 22 minutes. But who’s counting. Or 14 days, 21… Continue reading Who’s Counting
“If only there were more.” “More what Aunt Karen?” Glaring out the window, she pressed record before declaring “More people like me. Patriotic citizens. People who care about what’s happening to this country.” “He’s just cleaning the windows. Why are you recording him?” I hadn’t seen her in years but I steeled myself for the… Continue reading Karen v. Karen