It is almost time. Steam rises in front of me, blurring my vision slightly. I inhale deeply, taking in all that I can by breath. A gentle heat kisses my cheek, turning my skin warm and moist. Bright flashes of orange and green swim before my eyes, darting impishly in and out of bouncy cream-colored curls. Metal brushes…Continue Reading “A Familiar Content”
The sound of sleet tapping on the windows in the almost-light woke her from a heavy, dreamless sleep, causing her to stir far earlier than she intended. Waking to the soft falling of snow and the blanket of silence that results would be so soothing, she thought as she stretched reluctantly beneath the covers. The…Continue Reading “Hard Comes the Morning – A Six Sentence Story”
It was only the strength of her will that kept her coming back – well, that and the need for a paycheck – so Andie steeled herself for whatever battle awaited her beyond his front door today. Andie had far greater ambitions than continuing to do physical therapy for this overgrown spoiled brat of a…Continue Reading “Six Sentence Stories – Fighting Spirits”
The air carried a tortured warmth through the window, a gentle breeze that under other more ordinary circumstances would be pleasant enough, but here in the deep midwinter felt unnatural, out of place, and most unwelcome. A candelabra on the bedside table offered the only light save the distant flashes of lightning that silently heralded the storm’s arrival….Continue Reading “The Return – A Six Sentence Story”
Jack padded barefoot into the kitchen, still wearing the jeans and flannel shirt he had on three days ago, and poured himself a second cup of steaming motivation – or what he hoped would be, at least. He took a long slug of the black stuff, letting it burn his throat as it slid down,…Continue Reading “Six Sentence Stories – Losing Ground”
She stretched herself out and waited to feel herself floating, noticing the fading light and the chill of the light breeze skipping across her skin. She began to sink slowly, the breeze and all sound disappeared as the surface broke, then closed again overhead. Darkness grew ever closer, rushing up from below to meet her even as…Continue Reading “Six Sentence Stories – Beneath the Surface”
The smell was exactly the same as it was forty years ago – the doughy comfort of freshly-baked bread and crescent rolls mingled with the sugary sweetness of coffee cake, shoo-fly pie, and the best cream or jelly-filled doughnuts ever made. Instantly transported through time, I was seven years old standing with my cousin, noses pressed up…Continue Reading “The Bakery”
I’ve never been good at sleeping.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had trouble sleeping for one reason or another. Maybe it’s time to just admit I’m a lifelong insomniac. But whatever the cause, I often find myself awake at night when the rest of my immediate world is asleep.
I’d love to tell you something lovely and romantic like “I’m a writer; of course when I can’t sleep at night I get up and write all the things that swirl in my head.”
But that’s not true.
Well, sometimes it’s true. Sometimes I can’t sleep because I do have things swirling in my head that beg to be written down and won’t give me peace until I acquiesce to their urging. But other nights I can’t sleep because the words don’t come and I worry if they ever will.Continue Reading "My World at Night"
There would be no battle today. Try as he might to muster the troops, they were slow to form this morning and did not show face; they knew there was no real penalty for showing up late, aside from the steep one he would impose upon himself for failing to make them comply. But that was…Continue Reading “Reveille – A Six Sentence Story”
Walking into the market always felt like coming home. As soon as she stepped through the swinging double doors, her feet knew precisely where to go. For the last fifteen years, they walked the same path, stopped at the same favorite vendors, and never really wondered why – maybe her mother walked the same path…Continue Reading “The Market – A Six Sentence Story”