Palmar Reflex

Thomas Leuthard / Foter.com / CC BY Exclamation points, Question marks, Notes in the margins Are all that she left to me. No baby book entries, No photos, No memories. I grasp at her mind. A newborn’s hand clinging still. Submitted to this week’s Trifextra challenge: 33 of your own words inspired by the featured picture.

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Movie Night #Trifecta Writing Challenge

Movie Night “You do the popcorn and I’ll melt the butter.” “Don’t you mean margarine?” “For Pete’s sake, James, why do you have to be so obtuse?! You know exactly what I mean.” “Words matter, Ginny.” “Whatever. I’m going to have a glass of wine. You can do the butter–I mean margarine–yourself.” Placing the tub on the […]

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The Hallway #NaBloPoMo

The Hallway She still slept on her side of the bed. It had been three months since John died, but she couldn’t stretch out into that space that he had left behind. Open. Empty. Well, maybe “slept” isn’t the right word, anyway, as she barely slept. She lay in the bed, waiting for sleep to […]

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