Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Un’altra notte rossa

All around me, conversations swell. I understand little but instead of seeming cacophonous, the words soothe. They distract from my reality until the prosecco dulls the pain.     Then the old woman who runs the osteria stands over me, “Ciligie”? Seeing the cherries shakes me from my stupor. She continues, “Devi rimanere per La Notte… Continue reading Un’altra notte rossa

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Advice for the Girl’s Life: Variations on a Theme

Variations on a Theme Always say yes even when you mean no Never say I won’t when told it’s time to go Never raise your voice when told you have no choice Always choose the right path even when you have no voice Always stay the course as you walk that chosen path Never show… Continue reading Advice for the Girl’s Life: Variations on a Theme

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Today’s Home School

I already learned about fractions. Like half a dollar is 50 cents? No. One slice is one quarter of a pie? No.   “Thanks to Hamilton our cabinet’s fractured into factions … breaking down like fractions.” History: check. Thanks Broadway.    Thanks to  Sammi's Challenge to use FACTION in a 39 words story and to… Continue reading Today’s Home School

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

a better day

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

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

2020 Strikes Again

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

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but, still (or the magic door)

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)

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Time

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

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Welcome to the Neighborhood

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