Detective Chief Inspector Warren looked on the prisoner nicknamed among the cops as the Canary, whose real name was Wilton Marbury III. Wilton was spilling all of the supposed secrets of the latest bungled heist. But, DCI Warren wondered if they could believe anything the Canary said, as lying had passed as normal behavior for... Continue Reading →
Dreams Lost! Photo Challenge #313
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 →
Becoming One With The Sea
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 →
Snoring Is Not Allowed at the Symphony, Dear!
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 →
Saying Yes to the Ocean’s Pull: Photo Challenge #306
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 →
A Place for a Quiet Rest: Three Things Challenge
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 →
Overcoming Our Fears Isn’t Easy: Wordle 167
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 →
Help Wouldn’t Be Appreciated: Wordle #159
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 →
Reconnecting to Humanity: First Line Friday
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 →
School Crushes Don’t Usually Last: Tale Weaver#246
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 →
Help from Heaven 