Author's Note: I did not post last Friday because as I had finished writing the next instalment the ending of the tale came to me. I have been working on that and trying to make it work with what was already posted. (I had an ending already in mind but liked this one better) I… Continue reading Gerry: Three
Gerry : TWO
Linda made sure to get the keys to the house from Janis. After she did her part at the rehearsal, she excused herself from the dinner, blaming it on a migraine. She was prone to them so it seemed like a logical excuse. Everyone understood. She figured she had three hours before the rehearsal dinner… Continue reading Gerry : TWO
Gerry
*Author's Note. * I have been tempted over the years to try my hand at a murder mystery. Never trusted my writing abilities and it takes a lot of thought and planning. At least, I think so. I decided to try anyway over the summer between classes. While in school there is little time for… Continue reading Gerry
Two Pancakes. Nothing More.
The high plains of Montana look the same in the fall as any other time of year, dry and flat, tired and desolate. The wind screams loud enough to blow anything of beauty away until it crashes into the foothills of the mountains. This is what made them look so lush and inviting. The lush… Continue reading Two Pancakes. Nothing More.
Sexy at Fifty-Seven
Sexy at fifty-seven is skinny dipping under the light of a half-awakened moon. Bright enough to see my way safely down to the beach but dark enough my silhouette is not exposed. Not shy or unabashed, I simply walked to the shore, disrobed, and quickly tiptoed into the crisp waters of Lake Huron, hidden under… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-Seven
Game Changer
Imogene was beginning to feel like the old blowup clown she got from her grandparents for Christmas when she was seven. It stood three feet tall and every time she punched the balloon clown it would fall back only to pop right back up for more abuse. Imogene sometimes marveled at her resilience to take… Continue reading Game Changer
That Time Imogene Bought a Box of Chocolates and Dropped the Mike
Jeff did nothing for Valentine’s Day their entire marriage. No flowers, a simple box of candy, not even a card, because that was a waste of money. “I can say those same words for free.” Which he never did. A box of chocolates was money spent frivolously, not including the boxes that Imogene gave Jeff… Continue reading That Time Imogene Bought a Box of Chocolates and Dropped the Mike
Yesterday’s Garbage: The Dignity of a Legacy
The Dignity of Legacy The attacks Jeff leveled at Imogene during the divorce were hard blows. One filing after another hit her with staggering velocity. Compared to the verbal assaults during their marriage, his strategy at gaining custody of their daughter demonstrated precisely the amount of hate he felt for her. Jeff, and his 1-800… Continue reading Yesterday’s Garbage: The Dignity of a Legacy
Yesterday’s Garbage
Imogene felt as if she had been tossed on the curb like yesterday’s garbage. A broken household item or toy disposed of in a bright plastic bag. She was old, used up, and it was high time for a replacement with the newer, younger model. Thirty years of cooking, cleaning, raising three kids and she… Continue reading Yesterday’s Garbage
Art’s Daughter: A Father’s Day Tribute
Lately, I have been catching myself thinking of my dad. More specifically, my dad is getting older. I don’t think of him as being old, he is just my dad. Yet, the truth is, he is getting older. We all are. When my mind starts to wander and I am thinking of my dad not… Continue reading Art’s Daughter: A Father’s Day Tribute
Chris Writes 