Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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
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
Virtuosity Denied by trepidation Solitary snare Our challenge is to write a six-word story based on the word prompt of “spider.” My contribution is a story AND a haiku. Check out the Saturday Six Word Story prompt for more stories and the rules of the game.
The view looked like some kind of soulless painting. Beautiful but no signs of life. She used to know the names for artistic stuff like that. Photorealistic, maybe? Hell. It was all apocalyptic now. Unexpectedly, tears blurred her vision. She thought her grief had run its course but seeing those empty chairs. So expectant. So… Continue reading after now
Seeking continuity during this crisis, Sue was determined to continue to “dress for success.” This madness lasted only until she discovered the true joy of not wearing a bra. Now, success has a new meaning. Thanks to Sammi's Scribbles for the challenge to write about "continuity" in 35 words.
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
Tina Stewart Brakebill 