How Important Is It?

The Persistence of Memory - S. Dali

The Persistence of Memory – S. Dali

The attic is hot, dust motes knife-sharp and glittering in dim light through a window that wouldn’t budge in the humidity. She had to find that old photo, and prove her point. This rewriting of history to benefit Joseph had gone on far too long.  Continue reading

Don’t Stop Believin’

purple violets on a black background

Annalisa stared down at the menu, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple in the dim light of late night. The other pages were just as crowded with options, all of them equally unappetizing, but she knew she had to make a decision, and knew that Rory, sitting opposite her at the patio table, was beetling his brows and tugging at his walrus-like mustache.  As was his habit, he waited in judgment, ready to trumpet his corrections to whatever choice she might make. Continue reading