Ready for Freddy?

I reach forward and shut the music off before the calliope crashes to the ground again. I’ve been sitting here in my car, stalled, for almost an hour, listening to and pausing this crazy song over and over. This used to cheer me, an impossibly nonsensical koan. Merry-go-rounds, sneezing, wheezing, and tripping. Yet despite my… Continue reading Ready for Freddy?

Dogface Hamlet

A dog beyond fences story. The figure appears at the mouth of the alley. Again. He walks the lane repeatedly. Something in him won’t let him stop this unsolicited patrol. He misses the dogs the most. Oh, how he had enjoyed their unconditional love, their unrestrained joy over his presence. Him! His physical appearance left… Continue reading Dogface Hamlet

I Published Five Books!

I’d intended “The Man in the Tree” to be my fifth book published. It was an accidental mouse click that lead to it being the first. Buy it here. Mr. Bojangles is a collection of all the stories created during my first 30-day flash challenge in August 2021. Buy it here. This is probably my… Continue reading I Published Five Books!

Hexagram 57, Wind over Wind

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 29 As the doctor retraced the spots, the man remembered the trails and how simple life could be there. He’d blown through a lot of savings, planned his hike endlessly, then hiked an anemic 500 miles before calling it quits. The actual number was closer to 380. The last 120… Continue reading Hexagram 57, Wind over Wind

For a Season

(a poem) For a season?    he’d said. Meeting her gaze,    holding it this time. For a season.    I won’t trap you in forever. For a season,    his words twinkled like chocolate stars,     his face was the first she saw in the morning,     his words the last she heard at night. For a season,    she struggled beneath him.Open your eyes, he’d… Continue reading For a Season

Donated to Science

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 17 Why did I drop that damn gun? Occasionally a few grains of coffee will get in my eyes or a splash of water from the fill tank. I have only the loosest perception of light through the white plastic enveloping me, enclosing my head. They say the brain has… Continue reading Donated to Science

sparkle

(a poem) You sit there,     regal,     graceful,     fluid as time itself, You sparkle, Your every word a proclamation of love and light,     every movement a songbird’s note,     floating thru the open window on a spring breeze, Cherry blossoms land in my lap. The audacity!     How dare I sit here, while you sparkle so?

Rapid Transport

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 13 The smell of falafel is always the first thing I notice in the Cairo terminal; recirculated air is laden with the scents of parsley, mint, cilantro, and garlic. The bustling hallways of disembarking passengers and the vendors selling their falafel, hummus, and baklava. I woke on a sleeping couch… Continue reading Rapid Transport

Ache

(a poem) The day breaks,  I should get up.  Simmering expectations float and bob in the sea of consciousness that is me.  I am the sea.  The tide rolls in,  The tide rolls out, Leaving precious and unimaginable treasures upon my sandy beaches. Here a memory,  There a forgotten face,  What’s this? An idea of… Continue reading Ache

Glitch Mendelsohn

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 9 I hurry my pace and steal a glance behind me. Damn it. They’re still there, the three teenage boys following me. Again, I allowed myself to forget that I’m an eighteen-year-old girl. What is my name this time? The body might be 18, but its rider is much older.… Continue reading Glitch Mendelsohn

Gargoyles

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 4 “I think they are supposed to be guardians or something, right?” Kimberly says, peering upwards at the three buildings that make up the bulk of our burb’s central square. Ken looks ready to speak again. “Go ahead,” I say. “While symbolically linked to defense, their original purpose was to… Continue reading Gargoyles

Papa

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 3 Uncle Kenny never rises before noon on the camping trips. So far now, it’s just me, Cheryl, Adam, and dad, finishing our breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast. The cool air and the smokey smell usually make me feel giddy in the mornings. That isn’t the case this morning.… Continue reading Papa