Short stories are my new thing! I love reading them and I recently found my interest in writing them revived. I hope you enjoy them. Please, stroke a girl’s ego and share them when you do! Thanks!

Bird Watching

Ideas coming into focus. I search for a place to sit and quietly watch them settle, hoping I can make note of them, capture them before they…Be careful! Don’t startle them. Any sudden movement or noise may scare them into flight and who knows when they’ll be back again. Ideas, like birds, are flighty things.

The Agony of Decisions

“‘Hurry up!’ she says. Yeah, right. That’s just what I need. If I lift a foot to hurry my pace, I feel like I’ll become uprooted by the wind and blow across the desert like a tumbleweed. These decisions can’t be made lightly. I need time to think.”

Fiction or Memory – A Mother’s Story

“It had started about the dishes. Of all the stupid things to fight about. I just wanted them done without the bickering, without the horseplay and insults that fly between brothers. I just wanted them clean and put away before lunch. Why could they not do that? It isn’t like they had a long, demanding list of chores. They had two: clean the bathroom once a week and do the dishes.”

Oh, My Darlin’ Clementine!

“I’ve had this sweet girl for years. We’re pals!”

Pop – A Love Story

“Sometimes it was a secluded part of the wilderness park, an empty lot, or some other remote outdoor location. Other times it was an abandoned house on the edge of town or a friend’s apartment that he’d secured for the meeting. Once it was a swanky hotel room in the city with a giant bathtub, eight flights up, and set in a giant window overlooking the streets below. She just never knew where he’d lead her next and that was the fun of it.”

Held Captive

“The other, also clothed in a fine black suit, clean-shaven and serious, like the characters in Men in Black, looked from his steel-blue eyes and blankly stated, “You know why we’re here.” She stared. “I do?” she stammered out.”

Morning Train of Thought

“I sit down with my coffee. The leather couch was kept warm by her furry butt. I take a sip of cinnamon coffee, breathe in the smell (the best part), and reach for my laptop. Work will get done today! The words will come!”

Love Story

“A deep sigh escaped her lips as a tear fell from her eye and hit the pillow, audible in the quiet darkness of the night. She started to spill the rest of her feelings, quietly beside his silent form.”

My New Little Friend

“I pulled her into my arms and kissed her cheek, “No one could possibly hate you. You’re too sweet.” I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. “Mmm…definitely sweet.””

What Could Have Happened

“Both desperately wanted to love the other but neither knew how to start the conversation.”

Day Ten

“Then that noise came, that quiet thump, a small tick I believed was only my imagination for days, until it became louder.”

Time Difference

“I had the same clock in my room since college. It was your typical digital clock; red numbers, snooze button, brown and black case.”