From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Jaime spent the whole day browsing the antique store and left with just one thing. She knew that the shopkeepers were wondering how anyone could spend so much time in a store to only buy one thing. But Jaime had been cloistered as a child, kept away from other children, always in... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie “Do you hear the people sing?” Carol listened harder, and she could just make out a sound so wonderful that she ran towards it. Joe shouted, Come back!" But, she was enthralled as she ran up to the barricades and saw people of all races with hands joined and singing with majesty... Continue Reading →
Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare. Julia had stared out the window of the inpatient mental facility. She had wished so badly to be on the other side of the locked door. But, the panic attacks had just kept coming, and no medication cocktail seemed capable of stopping them... Continue Reading →
“I gave up on feeling brave a long time ago.” Ginny was explaining to her friend, Leah, about her decision to not marry a man whom she didn't love. Yes, Keith was rich and outgoing, and marrying him would certainly be seen a a great thing for her, as her mother continues to remind her... 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 →
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 →
“Never burn a bridge you could push them off later.” That was the ironic advice Janet received from her mother, who was the consummate bridge burner. Mother didn't know how to solve problem with others in ways that allowed her relationships with them to go unharmed. Janet remembered vividly the day when Mother, lamenting her birthday... 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 →
Carson pulled at his neck tie as the air became heavy with organ music and she approached clouded in white. Feeling as though he were about to suffocate was an indication that he didn't want to marry Allison, or anyone else, for that matter. But, maybe it was too late, as he watched Allison seem... Continue Reading →
