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Category Archives: Fiction
Along with bushy eyebrows, Lulu had been burdened with helicopter parents. She never had a moment alone with little Harold. They had dated for two years without a single kiss. Towering over him had been a turnoff. Sitting down put … Continue reading
Kassandra slipped under the comforter. As she drifted off, a thought pulled her back. “Did I lock the back door? Oh, he’ll be home soon.”
He had watched her for days. Sheila crouched over her rose garden and snipped dead blossoms. She stood and stretched while running her hands along her lower back. He slipped behind a tree as she crossed the yard. After laying … Continue reading
Mary regretted taking the short cut home. “I’ll give you a head start little girl. Ready? GO!” She bolted from him, rounding the corner of the old mill as its blades dashed through the frigid water in the cold evening … Continue reading
With a deadline for a column looming, Samantha had writer’s block. “See you tomorrow.” she said to her roommate Jack. Grabbing her loaded framepack, she pulled her blonde ponytail through the back of her ball cap. “Have fun and be … Continue reading
“I’m sorry Jack. You’re too poor. My father will not allow me to marry you.” Guinelda’s words stung like a thousand hornets. With a heavy heart he dragged himself back to his downtrodden farm. Later, as he slept on his … Continue reading
Alice hurried along the path of the ancient forest in fading light. Listening to her elders and obeying were two different things and now she was hungry and lost. As night descended, fog slithered like silent serpents through the understory. … Continue reading
She collapsed on the sofa, kicked off her red boots and threw the boat key on top of the coffee table. She remembered the movie Die Hard and dug her toes into the cool carpet. I need a drink.