
My grandmother and I only had one thing in common. A love of books. Reading was the one area in which we connected.
When we cleaned out her house, the only thing I took with me was a box of well-read paperbacks. As I …
My grandmother and I only had one thing in common. A love of books. Reading was the one area in which we connected.
When we cleaned out her house, the only thing I took with me was a box of well-read paperbacks. As I …
I interviewed for my last job in 1993 when there were no cell phones; the internet was in its infancy. Blackberry was familiar as a fruit. Next year, a careless driver ran over me as I walked my dogs, leading …
It is dinner time. As I so often do, instead of sitting in the cafeteria, I am eating my dinner in the garden adjacent to the Catholic hospital where I work the evening shift. The nuns of the hospital had …
“Our Jellybean is the ultimate lifeboat – Your life-saving solution in a hopeless scenario! The Jellybean is the size of a candy, and easily held in your hand – but it will build whatever you need, from a life jacket …
My English teacher, Mrs. A., had short gray hair and dark brown eyes that could pin you like a dead insect. A petite, attractive woman in her early fifties, she was a sharp dresser, down to her sturdy high heels. …
The guardian stood at the gate and asked, “What is beauty?” When no one answered, he glanced at the faces around him and saw a range of responses from surprise to annoyance. He added, “I’m serious. You’re going to have …
Night had come early.
A blessing for him. A curse for Pedro.
The blade sunk into the man’s flesh, sliding down his back. Shards of blood snaked its way out of his body, onto the white sheets, dripping onto the …
The beer we snitched from Daddy is hot now and the cigarette butts are gone. I slosh the can and hand it to Sissy. Just one more sip left. She laughs at some joke Bubba just made that I didn’t …
Was it simply luck that had caused her to turn down this street? Or was there a deeper, more fateful meaning? She would never really know but blessed her luck all the same.
Hazel Lavinia Hamilton fussed at her parasol. …
Noah’s eyes rose above the covers, scanning his room – stuffed animals lined the far wall, taking on sinister shapes that the night light could not dissolve. Blank eyes stared back, but so long as they remained still he was …