Regina held his hand, staring at Douglas, a special sweetheart of a pirate who’d captured her heart. She’d placed a padlock there after surviving the pain of men with sugar-coated lips of deception. But he made public declarations of her value to him, playful yet serious.  Thankfully, she saw he was different. Written for the... Continue Reading →
Why shouldn’t they help themselves, after the way they’d been treated? Alex didn’t think it was a good idea for Cathy and him to take what they wanted, just because it was handy, and it seemed no one was around to stop them. It wouldn’t be helpful in maintaining some semblance of a relationship with... Continue Reading →
Surely the color of our lipstick should be a private matter. But be careful if your shade to wear is a wonderful bright red. It’s like a neon sign that announces your most erotic desires, And the more generous the layer, the more hate you must dread. The negative talk about women’s bad reputations seems... Continue Reading →
Rodin's "The Kiss," Rodin Museum, Paris, 2024 Love is a journey so sweet. It blooms when honor is present. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #450 from Sammi Cox: Sweet in 12 words exactly. The Fandango One Word Challenge prompt is Honor. Ragtag Daily Prompt is Bloom. Copyright ©All posts on my blog, Help... Continue Reading →
I loved to be sitting near the great big front window, Watching the snow fall and covering the gates and trees. There was a peacefulness in it that healed my soul, But I didn’t think of having to drive in it gleefully. I knew that we had to go to work the next day in... Continue Reading →
It is curious to hear machines talk back to me. How cunning of Big Brother to surveil us in our homes! I wonder if my social media feed is being shared, Listened to and evaluated by unknown men in black in domes. Today, with lamprophony, Alexa wished me a great day. She was curt and... Continue Reading →
It was just for one night. It was Christmas Eve night, and we were in the McGarrett mansion, visiting one of the heirs to the newspaper’s fortune. There were six teenagers ages 16-18, three girls and three boys, including Thomas McGarrett, the heir to the throne. We were only going to do a little kissing... Continue Reading →
Juliette couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked at the Christmas tree. Her dream of a real Christmas was coming true with the new adoptive parents. It was like she was in a fairy tale. The tree was huge, covered in tinsel, pretty ornaments, and gifts under it, some of them for her! There were... Continue Reading →
It was Christmas Eve, and I fidgeted as lightning flashed and rain poured, spelling a potential end to our pageant. The wind howled, and one could windsurf through the streets, covered in armor of helmet and knee guards, of course.  Eileen had her tambourine out because we planned to sing loudly and fervently next to the Nativity scene at church. Afterwards, we would... Continue Reading →
The older she got, the less sure she was about anything. Her children kept telling her she was wrong about nearly everything, from how she cooked a roast or grilled chicken to the Christmas tree ornaments she wanted to place on the tree. She was tired of the constant surveillance of her activities, just because... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 