She noticed the changes coming on gradually: her skin growing drier, almost crinkly, and strangely ruddy. At first, she simply attributed it to age (and vanity), but when the spots appeared, she grew concerned. What was happening?Continue reading “Short Read: Earthbound”
She waited for him at their special place, where they had met many times. The air was crisp and clean, the sun making the freshly-fallen snow sparkle. It was a day full of possibility.Continue reading “Short Read: In The Winter Forest”
This is the second in a series of short works of fiction inspired by images of ordinary beauty. I hope you enjoy reading it, and your comments are welcome.Continue reading “Short Read: On Mossy Hills”
It seemed like a safe place to rest: empty, clean, and well-built. She was weary from the search, having traveled so far in search of the right shelter. It was clear that, once, someone had loved this place; that family had been here, and children, snug in this abode. That had been long ago, though, and the place simply held the echo of memories. With the weather turning cold and wet, and she knew she needed to hunker down.Continue reading “Short Read: Isabella’s First Flight”
In a reversed world, these diminutive flowers could be stars in a firmament. Today, though, they’re tears. Despite how it may look, this scene is about transformation: the fragrant fading flowers will become vibrant berries – capable of becoming new plants and nourishing animals. And I will eagerly await the change. Be well.
It’s a special time of day: I’m sitting in the breakfast “nook” in my kitchen in early morning, sipping chai tea, listening to Yaz (and wondering if the song “Only You ” reminds me more of The [British] Office or Fringe) and letting the creative juices flow. I luxuriate in the quiet and solitude, knowing that – right now – the Oxford comma rules supreme here. After years of trying different professional roles, I’ve finally come to the point where I realize that I am, first and foremost, a writer…and everything else will be inextricably interwoven with that identity.