Photo by Everton Vila on Unsplash They could have been real. That would have been something, right? Shocked themselves happy. Who’s to say what’s a happy ending? You are. Where you go, what you do, where you wind up and what you get to remember when you cannot get up and go any longer? You choose.… Continue reading They Could Have Been Real
Photo by Marjorie Bertrand on Unsplash Claire nudged Gillian. “Don’t look now,” she hissed. “Remember the one I told you about? The mother who puts her kid on a leash? That’s her. Sarah Something. She’s right there, at the counter.” Gillian nodded. Leaning back in her chair, she stretched her arms overhead, scanned the coffee shop… Continue reading That Cannot Be Right!
Photo by Mike Labrum on Unsplash Death is inevitable. Nothing new in that — neither is the inevitability of grief. Grief is for the ones who have loved and lost. Last fall, I lost two beloveds. One was a human, succumbing to an excruciatingly slow decline. The other was a dog, our beloved Sno the wonder dog. The… Continue reading Grief for Beginners
Photo by bin Ziegler from Pexels There’s only today? Write story. Play with puppy. Live, laugh, talk, and read. If there’s just this day — And that’s all there ever is — Better get living. It doesn’t have to be anything huge, earth shattering, and monumental. It also doesn’t have to be anything saccharine, meaningful and morose, tinged… Continue reading If There’s Only This Day?
Photo by Carly Rae Hobbins on Unsplash He smiled. She smiled back. Strangers still, but not for long. Who knows what comes next? A happy ending? Let’s wait. See what they do next. It’s their story. I’ve got my hopes up. We’re set up for a rollicking good time complete with slapstick and stupid misunderstandings. Let’s… Continue reading And So It Begins…
Photo by Fancycrave on Unsplash She came when I was trying to sleep. Her story has never been told. Versions of her life, of who she was to the rich and famous and important have been told — and in every version, she is beautiful villain, faithless and fluffy-brained idiot. None of that is true. It had to… Continue reading I Made Sure They Were Dead First
Photo by Mat Reding on Unsplash They will talk of food Rather than their sacreds: Faith, fear, afterlives. Table set, wine chilled All is ready for their meal Desires, denials. In some circles, it is fashionable, status-enhancing, and enviable to brag about how little you eat, how purely and how intelligently you consume as little of… Continue reading Feasting on Words