The door shook with a thunderous knock. “Yeah, coming,” grunted Derek, half-expecting a cold-call salesman. He swung the door inward, ready to tell whoever to shove off, but the two-inch man suspended on iridescent blue wings in front of his face blew the thought clean away. “Sorry,” the creature’s voice piped, impossibly loud. “Sometimes the … Continue reading Adoption Day
The old stories had been told over and over. The fire had burnt down to its embers. Carlin filled the murmuring pause between tales with a hand-rolled cigarette, off to the side so the tourists wouldn’t complain. His boots squeaked in the sand, and the dune sedges silenced in response. Above the camp, the hungry … Continue reading Night Tour
Happy New Year 2021! Welcome to the Insecure Writer's Support Group day. On the first Wednesday of every month we blog about writing, hoping to encourage others out there. We are all about connecting, sharing, and 'rocking the neurotic writing world'. Which seems particularly fitting for a first post of the year. Purpose: To share … Continue reading On Reading (IWSG January)
Here it is--the last post of 2021. I'd like to thank you all for reading along with me in what turned out to be a tumultuous year for most of the world. Let us all hope that next year brings new hope and better news. I look forward to continuing this blog and all my … Continue reading An End and A Beginning
Colm lay in the sweat-damp hospital bed. His fingers stroked the low thread-count sheets, their rough texture rasping. He switched it up, reaching just far enough to knock on the cool bedrail, slide trembling hands along medical lines, then back to the sheet as the clock cut time. Monitors beeped. Wind in bare branches swished … Continue reading Divine Intervention – Part 2
