Drizzling rain and snow for three days straight had left Sonja aching and weary to her bones, trying to keep the household on an even keel, and her own sanity mostly intact. Continue reading
Flicker(>100 words)
And Then They All Attacked
Her items had all been checked through, the sums totaled, and the careful order in which she’d placed the items on the belt little more than a memory.
The pony-tailed casher with the overabundant bangs snapped her gum behind her plastic face shield. “Got any coupons?” Continue reading
Sorceress’ Apprentice
Alison leaned on her hand, searching for the next line, so deep in thought that she didn’t note the light tap and dip of her quill pen against her temple. Continue reading
January 31: Facetious
Game Over
“And after I vacuum the hallways and change out the lightbulb in the basement level of this apartment building, I’ll shovel the walks. The snow should be just about done by then. Imagine, only half a foot is predicted, this time!” Continue reading
January 30: Prepare
(To access the beginning of this 6-part series, please visit here: Solitude’s End)
Time Will Tell
Flora never met the little forest man in person, after all, although the storm had passed through over night, and the day that followed was sunny and unusually warm for the time of year. But she had seen his tiny footprints in the morning dew on the cement slab of the sheltered porch. Continue reading
Making Scents
Subzero, Fahrenheit -451outside my window, but that’s really just me whining; we’ve been promised a high of 0 degrees F today, but the sun is shining hard through my south-facing windows to make my black cat’s fur hot. Continue reading
Who’s Being Tamed?
(Looking & Mission, Jan 20-21)
Hunched just behind the shrub-encircled tree, he squeezes his eyes shut. He’s grown to love the sunny-morning scent that precedes the screech and bang of the screen door, the soft pad of bare feet on cold, painted cement, followed by the softer hush of those feet crossing the grass. The wooden chair groans as she lowers herself onto its cool slant and tucks her legs out of the dew. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 