Something hurt today.
I returned home. Silver Spring.
I don’t recognize my house. The neighbors I grew up with have gone. Continue reading
so this one is 58 words to make up for yesterday’s 300. It all averages out in the end. 😉
In December, two days before Christmas, you left me. All that remained was a note. “It’s not you, it’s me. I can’t go on this way.” Continue reading
Quality Express hotel doesn’t exist anywhere (that I know of) except in my mind.
It’s Friday night at the Quality Express. The lights in the bar are low. Candles flicker on tables. It’s more ambiance than you’d expect for a hotel that caters to business travelers. Continue reading
Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
When the barometer drops, I feel the rotation in the churning clouds. I’m itching to be with Jeff, chasing storms instead of sick in bed on my cell listening to them talk about congestion on the dirt roads. Too many novices craving tornado selfies. Continue reading
Please note that there are several Peter Pan Park throughout the world. This is none of them. 🙂
“I’ve got to figure out my life.” Continue reading
Come to Orlando, they said. Sing at the Park, they said. You’ll be discovered, they said. Continue reading
Yes, I’m playing ketchup. Oops, don’t tell fate.
Nine months. That’s how long Joel and I have been seeing each other and by seeing, I mean “dating” like an old-fashioned couple. I think old-fashioned is cool. Continue reading
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Thanks to Rochelle for providing Friday Fictioneers!
Today is dad’s 50th birthday. Mother cooks food to feed 100, invites not nearly that many, and pours alcohol like it’s flowing free from faucets. Continue reading
Look at me! I got my story done early today! Woohoo! 🙂
BTW, all of these stories have been fiction. While I may steal one bit from my own life, as writers tend to do, these have all been fictionalized accounts. Thank you as always for reading. If you want me to pop by and read a particular posting in your blog, please put the link in the comments and I’ll be there. Happy Thursday, y’all!
There are rules to summers in a beach town:
Grocery shop at odd hours. Continue reading
