“My Dearest Husband Joe…”

It's been almost a year since... well, you know.  I can't do it anymore.  I tried.  Every thing in this house reminds me of them, including you.  You have their eyes, their beautiful brown sparkly eyes.  Every single time I look at you, I see them and I relive that horrible, God-awful moment in which …

Coffee Sleeve Stories

One of the members of my local writer's group shared a call-out for a very interesting writing prospect awhile back. She'd heard of a fellow who was looking for short stories of 150 words or less, I believe, that could be published on the sleeve of coffee cups. Hmmm... though my writing tends to slant …

Rosie and Lilly’s Story

  Rosie started pedalling first and Lilly soon caught up.  Their silver-tasseled handlebars twinkled in the sunlight, as they gained speed down the tree-lined lane.  The pair were off to their best friend's house, one block over.  It was Jeannie's tenth birthday party.  They had been looking forward to it all week.  It was going …

Joe’s Story

The sunshine peeked in through the curtain, as Joe fleetingly opened his eyes.  He sensed that it was still the early morning, so he glanced over to see if Maria was asleep, but the covers were folded over.  It wasn't unusual for her to be up before him, so he lie awake for a while …

Maria’s Story

There was no turning back now and Maria knew it.  She stood frozen at the old tattered door and took one final, grimacing look around--her pink-laced apron, the brown pair of rocking horses, the genie-like lamp.  Oh, how she wished one would come to life and grant her a final wish.  Then, she wouldn't have …