Jenny plucked the dandelions from the lawn. I didn’t want to say I preferred to dig them up to get the roots. So much of…
This was an entry for The Writers’ Block Art Prompt Writing Contest #12. The image below from @vaughndemont is the “art prompt” for this contest. ### The motel…
You wish you could stop the future In your dream, the old man tries to cross the tracks when there’s an oncoming train. You first…
The propeller stopped. They were gliding, wings quietly slicing air currents. “Is it safe?” “Yes, babe. I do this all the time.” On the descent,…
Her mother, father and siblings had gone down through the hatch. Mother reached up with one hand. “Come on. It’s okay. Climb down the steps.”…
Three customers arrived in a shiny Jeep Grand Cherokee. They swaggered in, smelling of Old Spice and joking about the sexy blonde admin at Harris,…
Each day the woman pushed the carriage across the bridge. The Palmer Twins lived in a house in the shadow of the bridge, near the…
Nick and Franny drove up Highway 101 from Garberville in Nick’s ancient, coughing VW bus. It was hot. Wild fires had burned throughout Northern California…
Sanibel had always lived by the sea, and this was how she was named–for the beautiful Sanibel Island with its turquoise waters and white sand…