Cherry couldn't find her phone. Her breathing was labored, and she didn't feel great. She should have listened to her daughter and bought the alert button for the elderly, but she couldn't get past her desire to appear independent and young for a little longer. She looked out the open door and saw her neighbor... Continue Reading →
I Can’t Help Myself, My Lovely: Fandango Flash Fiction
Photo Credit to Darius Bashar at Unsplash.com "I am so sorry, Darling! Please understand and forgive me! I just can't help it!" Ashlyn felt such anguish at having to arrest Ian's ardor as he was making some of his most ardent romantic moves, especially that one with the arch look that involves his hat! But... Continue Reading →
Peace in a Cup of Tea: First Line Friday
A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything. But, it came close one special night! I learned the nearly medicinal balm of a perfectly brewed cup of tea from the wonderful lady who owned the bed and breadfast where I stayed during my trip to London. Her name was Kathy, and she seemed to... Continue Reading →
Love Can Be Expressed in Many Ways: First Line Friday
It only takes a little bit of lace to ruin a marriage. Julia felt bad that her shoe laces kept coming undone, causing her husband, Curt, great distress. He was determined to reach the next hut on the Appalacian Mountains Trail before most of the goodies left inside the huts were gone. His impatience was... Continue Reading →
Trying to Make People Listen Can Be Futile, But It’s Necessary
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for First Line Friday People see what makes sense to them, reality notwithstanding. They don't listen any more to facts, no matter how detailed. What a sadness, thought Erica as she stood with her poster held high in the air denouncing new laws to suppress the vote for so many people. Walking... Continue Reading →
Getting Old is For the Courageous: First Line Friday, March 12, 2021
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for First-Line Friday, March 12, 2021 Tamsin’s heart drummed frantically as she tore through her pack, her books, and the messy desk– where was it?! She knows that she placed her lunch in the backpack this morning! Sometimes it seems as if her memory is standing on the sidelines of her life,... Continue Reading →
Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #107
Caleb thought, "Pain is preferable to the alternative!" He kept the symbols of time and death on the mantel over the fireplace in his bedroom. The anodynes prescibed by the doctors helped, but the pains from his injuries were indissoluble. The suddenness of his accident still awed him. Although he had heard the older members... Continue Reading →
To Hope in Paris: What Do You See #69
Ambling down the streets of Paris, I noted the oeillade looks between couples and heard promises made that I suspected wouldn't be honored whatsoever! I am willing to admit that my cynicism may be fueled by recently having survived a torrent of abuse that left me distrustful of treacle, words that trick the heart into... Continue Reading →
Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, Week #6
MorgeFiles e32881395fc4c55bc54564d3da961 Kendall was overjoyed at the delicious thrill of rappeling down the mountain! Reputed to be a workaholic, in truth, there was nowhere on the planet that he would rather be right now. He had worked extreme hours because the other two members of his team, Jeff and Michelle, were persistent in their efforts... Continue Reading →
The Last Camping Trip
Maddie and Curt were silent as they drove towards their favorite camping ground. They had packed their provisions carefully, especially the chocolate ripple ice cream that they both loved so much!. They'd stored it in a freezer bag covered with ice, in an attempt to keep it from going all mushy. Their adult children couldn't... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 