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I’m back….. A and I took a 2 ½ week road trip, during which I intended to post occasional nuggets from the road that wended its way up through North Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine, and then back down to North Carolina. Well, the road trip to anywhere is paved [Continue reading] Becca ignored the ‘no trespassing’ sign to her right and continued down the long driveway. Dry leaves crackled as she stepped across them on the broken concrete. So much for quiet. She reached the door and stopped. Of course it would be locked. Of course she would be breaking the law. [Continue reading] I honestly thought it was Friday this morning, so I posted this, then hid it when I realized it was Thursday, then decided, who cares what day it is? Just in case you were still worrying about poor Libby’s fate…… ** She opened her eyes. The sun was too bright; trees [Continue reading] You know from an earlier post that we had snow last week-end. Saturday night we went with friends to a new place in town to listen to some live music, eat, and have a couple of beers. Because the performer was a decent musician (and his mother was the original tap dancer at the county [Continue reading] More than 55, but a lot shorter than the original dialogue. A little piece from Tap Dancing at the County Fair. ** Earl waved from his post next to an old charcoal grill in the backyard. He was tending something and flipped it over carefully. “Squirrel.” Becca gulped and nodded. Reba came out the back door to watch: [Continue reading] Ann Linquist posted an interesting writing prompt on her blog, and I thought about how I would respond to her question: What is one of the worst lies you ever told? A better question for me today — and the one I’m gonna answer — is: What is one of the worst lies you [Continue reading] Angela’s attention wandered as Reed became more animated. Who cared about red wolves, anyway? They might as well be red Cadillacs, for all it mattered to her. She was a numbers person, tracking how many wolves there were over time. If they died out, so what? There would always be [Continue reading] Well, imitation is supposed to be the highest form of flattery, so here’s to Dayner. As I learned from reading her most recent post this morning, Dayner had already written a post titled ‘Now What?’ AND used the same picture I used in my post yesterday! Honest, Dayner, I wasn’t plagiarizing! I [Continue reading] Angela’s stilettos clicked on the marble floor as she walked toward them. She smiled warmly at Reed and gave Libby a glance that screamed ‘trailer trash.’ “We’re meeting in the faculty conference room.” Her voice, throaty and suggestive as she leaned toward Reed, turned cold when she looked at Libby. “You can wait [Continue reading] Last year at this time, I was struggling to pull together an application for the MFA program in Creative Writing at my local university before a January 1 deadline. Here’s a paragraph from my required Statement of Interest: My life is chock-full of the ordinary. I haven’t meditated with the monks in the Himalayas – but [Continue reading] |
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