The diagnosis wasn't going to change, but Janna was at peace here in the air and out of the sick room. Regardless of the pain in her ankles that the unfamilair boots caused her as she walked on pine needles, she was determined to reach the summit of the hill. The ineffable view of trees,... Continue Reading →
Marti was 15 years old and where she shouldn't have been, trying to run away from the expectations of being the youngest child of a pastor. She didn't know how to express her frustrations at being compared to her older sisters and brothers. She rebelled by hanging out with people whose dangerous and criminal behavior... Continue Reading →
Cigar Bar Evening Lounge by Brent Lynch, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. Lush melodies drew her to the door of the lounge, the friendly smiles enticed her inside. The rain almost stopped her from going out for a little fun to counteract nearly eighty hours of work that week. She was, at best, a fringe member of... Continue Reading →
Ronnie had spotted the wreckage of the small plane, and he'd called the Coast Guard to report it. He'd given all of the crucial information that allowed us to find it in the shallow waters. As we circled it in our boat, I wondered who the passengers had been and where they'd been headed when... Continue Reading →
Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie My father said that Jack would never make anything of himself, as he spent so much time day-dreaming and little time actually doing. But, I loved sitting in his old goldish brown car listening to his poetry that seemed as sweet as candy hearts full of hugs and kisses. Jack made... Continue Reading →
Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea. The doctor had said that one more season on the fishing boat would be his last, so he settled in at home. Although I loved him, he wasn't an... Continue Reading →
She loved each new day given! Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings. Today's prompt is New.
Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for First Line Friday. He came down from the mountains as autumn aged, before the paths could pile with snow and the bridges bowed with ice. He had needed time away from people, even well-meaning ones like his family. They wanted to help him grieve the loss of his dear Molly,... Continue Reading →
My daughter, Jan, had a crush on little Bobby Bird, who lives down the street. They attend the same school. I caught her trying to write him a letter, and I realized the seriousness of her infatuation by the copious sheets of balled up paper in the wastebasket. I said to her, "Jan, darling, you... Continue Reading →
I opened the door to persistent knocking, unable to believe that anyone in the town hadn't heard about the cancellation of the festivities to benefit the orphanage. There was a heavy thunderstorm, the wind snorted outside, rattling my windowpanes. It seemed as if the old house was making me aware of its displeasure at being... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 