The First of November: Another Chance

It is the first day of November, and so, today, someone will die. The screaming was over. Just a few whimpers and moans, now. Indira clung to the teachings about karma, reincarnation. “The eyes of an old soul,” whispered the midwife. Yes, she considered, but whose? This is my response to the following prompt from […]

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Oklahoma

It was the time of dust. We’d gone out West when I was three. Irene was six, and Little Joe wasn’t quite born yet. While Mom and Pop were out plowin’, Irene told me stories about Boston. I couldn’t remember it, but she said it was a dark, dirty city, all tall buildings and noise […]

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Where is the Light?

She paused again to adjust the errant sock that kept sliding down into her boot, wiggling its way down past her ankle, wrapping her heel in a band of irritation that, while mild, was impossible to ignore, and reminding her, with every step, of how wrong her life was. She had no need for rubber […]

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Trifextra Writing Challenge: Love

Love “I cannot love you.” “But… my parents. They will approve. Your family is good.” He studies her face, eyes burning.

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With the Wind

Marina, wrapped in a pink blanket, quietly standing on the porch. In his mind, he saw her there still: all he wanted. His woman, a child, a house, a life. “Gone!” he shouted. This is an entry for this weekend’s Trifecta Writing Challenge. The Trifectans provided snapshots of page 33 of the book Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout, and […]

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