And The Diamonds Danced
She sat quietly, breathing in and breathing out, breathing in the sharp-sweet-bitter-slightly-sulfurous tang of seaweed and of salt. She...
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Apr 5, 2018
Conclusion: Till The Cows Come Home
[Continued from post of March 22, 2018] 1. Dream Boy I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, thought Dream Boy. Those stupid cows have gone all...
Mar 22, 2018
Till The Cows Come Home
1. Molly Molly peered cautiously over the fence. She turned her huge head one way, then the other, muttering to herself as one of those...
Mar 15, 2018
On The Shores Of Her Heart
She sat and sat and sat, waves of regret crashing on the shores of her heart, waves depositing the flotsam and jetsam of her broken life...
Mar 1, 2018
It’s How The Light Gets In
She sat and sat and sat, carefully sifting memories like sand, memories of a seashore much like this one, floury silky white sand, those...
Nov 2, 2017
Fish Out of Water
She stood at the counter in her tiny kitchen, frozen in the act of skinning ocean perch fillets for Brazilian fish stew, frozen by memory...
Sep 21, 2017
Bees, Late Summer Afternoon
She sat and sat and sat. This time, it was a good thing, because she’d actually gotten up out of the the chair by the door and was now...
Oct 25, 2016
The Pavement Ends at the Outhouse
We lived on a dirt road in a remote rural part of the country. It was an election year, so they were paving as many roads as they could...
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