Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
I didn’t plan a Part II but when the muse strikes …. You can find the original Cassie & Nessie here. And now the story continues ... Not for the first time, Liam stared at Cassie and wondered if being in a coma was like dreaming. Months had passed since they found her floating face-down… Continue reading Cassie & Nessie (Part II)
May 30, 1893 Dearest John. It finally arrived. I was scared that it wouldn’t get here in time for your birthday but it came on the train yesterday. Daddy will be angry but there’s nothing he can do about it now. When I saw our names together I fell to my knees. I love you… Continue reading Dearest John
a captured image contemplates the liberty of its reflection I've been MIA the past few days, so thanks to Sue's Photo Prompt for welcoming me back.
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 mind. “Who are those guys”?… Continue reading The Lights
Unbidden flurry Nature’s scythe forsaking fall Fractured and formless ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is dedicated to my northern family and friends enduring their second (or is it their third?) early snowfall of the year. Florida has its faults (and boy this summer was HOT and LONG) but aaaaahh the winters are SWEET. Bike/Skyway Bridge photo courtesy… Continue reading Winter Comes
This was it. The trail ended here. Back at grand-dad’s old place. Not sure how he managed it from his sick-bed but it was just like him. A final hunt. Pit us against each other. Bastard. He’s probably watching. From hell. Laughing. Enough with the reminiscing. I needed to find that key. What was that… Continue reading The Final Scavenger Hunt
When all fear is lost And your passion reigns as queen The desired heart wins This little piece was inspired by the fabulous photo provided by The Haunted Wordsmith It made me think: What was she thinking as she looked over her shoulder? Was she considering what her life could be or could have been… Continue reading Heart’s Desire
windows to the past hiding in the dappled light question memories Thanks to Sue for the Photo Prompt and Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the Word Prompt Cover Photo courtesy of Sue Vincent. Window Photo (above) is courtesy of me.
