MAGGIE LEANED AGAINST the wall, the obligatory red Solo cup of warm beer in hand. She had no intention of drinking it. It was a prop, to fend off obnoxious Wall Street boys. Why aren't you drinking, baby? Maggie fought the urge to smile. The funny thing was they thought they were being subtle. Across … Continue reading At a Party
THE WAITER CAME over the moment she sat down. "Bonsoir, madamoiselle." He assisted with her chair and napkin. "Voulez-vous boire quelque chose?" She wished he could give her a minute to settle. It took courage for a single young woman to eat out alone in Paris. "Oui... une tasse d'eau, si'l vous plait, san gas." … Continue reading Ça, c’est très français.
I interrupt our regularly scheduled programming for a brief announcement. I've reached a milestone! Two hundred and three blog posts. Whoo-Hoo! That's a lot. I may need to sit down for a moment. Also, it's now time for me to re-establish that I actually have a book for sale on Amazon. If you've enjoyed my … Continue reading 203 Blog Posts
The lovely and beguiling RayNotBradbury has a new challenge out this week. I found ‘Mysterious Me’ to be the most compelling. You woke up on the street with the lost memory (amnesia). What would you do? _____ * _____ * _____ * _____ * _____ MY HEAD HURTS. It's a dull, pounding kind of pain. I touch … Continue reading Mysterious Me
I'D SEEN SOME messed up people in my time, but nothing like the woman curled up in the corner of the interview room. She was covered with dirt and her hair looked like a bird's nest... no, wait, that was a bird's nest in her hair... her arms were wrapped around her knees as she … Continue reading Bigfoot: A Romance
FUNNY HOW SOME men shut down when it's time to step up. "Greg, do you have the insurance papers?" Suzanne stuck her head in the living room. "Greg? Greg, are you listening?" He stood frozen in front of the picture window. "I'll take that as a no." She ran upstairs to the study and shoved … Continue reading Letting Go
"THEY'RE VERY HIGH." The woman looks at the shoe's heel, unable to hide her delight. "Very high." Considering she's not the one who's buying them, it doesn't matter what she thinks. Still, he has to play the game. "Would you like to try the other?" he asks, offering her the shoe's mate. It's an expensive … Continue reading Shoes
"I WIN AGAIN!" Ruby pushed her hair off her face and yawned. Exhaustion ringed her eyes in dark circles. "You suck at this, Micah." "I do." Micah hid a smile. He had to let her win; if he didn't, she'd throw a fit. It was hard enough travelling unaccompanied, harder still when escorting a petulant … Continue reading On the Train
"WHO'S BIKE IS that out front?" Amelia stifled a yawn and wandered over to the window. "What was that?" "That bike. Right there." Her coworker Molly pointed at an abandoned bike. "See it? Lying there in the middle the sidewalk." Molly had the strongest Long Island accent. Before she came to work here, Amelia thought … Continue reading Who’s Bike is That?