S is for Silver Spring #atozchallenge #amwriting

#AtoZChallenge 2018 S

 

The Past Recedes

Something hurt today.

I returned home. Silver Spring.

I don’t recognize my house. The neighbors I grew up with have gone. Continue reading

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R is for Rutland, Vermont #atozchallenge #amwriting

so this one is 58 words to make up for yesterday’s 300. It all averages out in the end. 😉

Urge for Going

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

Q is for Quality Express #atozchallenge #amwriting

Quality Express hotel doesn’t exist anywhere (that I know of) except in my mind.

It Ain’t Me, Babe

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

In the Alley #amwriting

Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

In the Alley

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

P is for Peter Pan Park #atozchallenge #amwriting

Please note that there are several Peter Pan Park throughout the world. This is none of them. 🙂

Have You Met Me?

Two brothers at Peter Pan Park, a vignette

“I’ve got to figure out my life.” Continue reading

L is for Lunch #atozchallenge #amwriting

Yes, I’m playing ketchup. Oops, don’t tell fate.

saturday brunch

 

Saturday Brunch Is A Thing

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

Happy Day #amwriting

PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr

Thanks to Rochelle for providing Friday Fictioneers!

Happy Day

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

K is for Kill Devil Hills

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!

 

That Boy of Summer

There are rules to summers in a beach town:

Grocery shop at odd hours. Continue reading