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 →
Response to Mindlovemisery's Menagerie's First Line Friday, March 13. The prompt is in bold. This one was easy, as my husband went to sleep in the symphony and had to be removed. If the music didn’t get any better he was going to the take that pill Kelsey kept offering him. He couldn't abide classical music,... Continue Reading →
Photo by anouar olh on Pexels.com Jonathan, the boat owner, refused to join the us in the ocean, saying that he had too many daily chores to finish for such nonsense as enjoying himself. We were unhappy that he couldn't see that sometimes you have to put the concerns of daily life aside and just enjoy... Continue Reading →
Martha looked contentedly out over the fields, listening to the buzzing of the honeybees. She had found a lovely house in which to spend her vacation, with a green garden filled with the most beautiful flowers that brought her soul rest. After spending six months working with a tumultuous crowd of people, the key to... Continue Reading →
Leaving her comfort zone, Julia swallowed the lump in her throat. She hoped that the struggle to defeat agoraphobia would be realized this night. Focusing her eyes on the luminescence from the seemingly thousands of stars above, she draped a coat around her shoulders and stepped out of her home for the first time in... Continue Reading →
Patty wanted to scream! As she watched the tanned man with the withered hand and an impish smile that belied his age attempt to release the elastic band on the box of copier paper with just enough flair to impress the younger female assistants, she so wanted to cave in and go do it herself!... Continue Reading →
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 →
Katie knew that her mother thought she was doing what was right for her precious daughter. But, she wrapped Katie in a bubble of fear, not allowing her to experience the real world, unlike the other children playing outside their windows. Some days, Katie wanted to scream at her mother to let her go outside... 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 