I recently returned home from a weekend get-away on the shores of Lake Superior in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. My parents had rented a few cabins and invited my sister and her husband as well. My daughter had been able to join us from college and that had made the trip all the more… Continue reading One Electric Night in October
Author: chrisgough7641
Stay at home mom who home-schools. Has a small organic farm. When not pulling weeds on the farm she enjoys camping and hiking in the Porcupine Mountains.
Bosom Buddies
This my Free Write Friday piece that came to me today while on my walk. I have no idea why exactly it came to me. It just did. Bosom Buddies “Oh, my god Carol. Is your bra too small? Whatever are you doing?” Linda watched as her best friend of the last fifty-five years worked… Continue reading Bosom Buddies
The Day Roger Went to Imogene’s
Roger and Imogene are two characters I wrote about on an earlier post. Right now they have become two of my favorite characters to write about. (I have a few other short pieces that I have worked on.) The day Roger went to Imogene’s was Sunday, after church. Roger decided on a whim to stop… Continue reading The Day Roger Went to Imogene’s
A Yellow Three-Speed Schwinn With a Basket on The Front
This story came to me yesterday while riding my bike. For a few of you it might seem familiar. I wanted to use it for my Free Write Friday but fell asleep last night with my laptop. In keeping with tradition, this piece was written rough in about twenty minutes. I've cleaned it up a… Continue reading A Yellow Three-Speed Schwinn With a Basket on The Front
Madeline Island 2022: An Even Better Souvenir
Last year while vacationing on Madeline Island I acquired the best souvenir, a new friend. Well, this year I had an even better souvenir, I gained an entire village. All in five days at Big Bay State Park. There are sixty campsites, give or take. If, on average, say, each campsite has four people, that… Continue reading Madeline Island 2022: An Even Better Souvenir
A Gnome Turning Point
“Feeling better?” “Yeah, somewhat. You?” “Same as you.” “What changed?” “Me. I changed.” “I think we all have had some change as of late.” A significant pause….. “Can we let by-gones be by-gones? Move forward the best that we can in this messed up world?” “I’d like that.” Another significant pause…………………… “Chris?” “Yeah, Ga Nomē?”… Continue reading A Gnome Turning Point
The Game of Laundry
“I’ll bet ten bucks she can get all of it.” Red Miller said. “Naw,” Elvin Jones takes a swig of his Miller Lite. “It’s too windy. She has a lot of socks and little things.” “I bet she can get everything but the afghan blanket. It’s huge.” Roger Zimmerman took a sip of his beer,… Continue reading The Game of Laundry
She Came Unexpected, in Reverse
She came unexpected, in reverse. Out of nowhere her car slid down the hill, backwards. She sat behind the wheel in her four-door grey Buick, driving down the dead-end dirt road. She wore a twisted straw cowboy hat that sat wonky on her long grey hair. Her words were mumbles and quiet rants. “….Keep them… Continue reading She Came Unexpected, in Reverse
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“You look so sad.” “I am.” “Why?” “The world is a scary place, where some people do really bad things and I don’t know why. We are losing some of the worlds greatest people and we will never experience their greatest potential. This makes me sadder than I have ever been. I’m very angry and… Continue reading Untitled
We All Hurt
“What in the heck happened?” I said in a state of panic. “Where’s the roof to the hoop-house and better yet, why are you up there in the rafters?” “What?” Ga Nomē said. “I thought the roof was retractable. Hmm.” “No, it’s not retractable.” The entire roof is torn off in one forty-foot by twenty-foot… Continue reading We All Hurt
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