Month: December 2015

Lily pond

Charlotte would be happy to see the lilies blooming. White was always her favorite color for flowers. She would say they were the purist form of beauty. Rising from the earth, or the depths of black waters, their ivory petals unfolded unblemished and unsullied. She would see them as a sign that her sinful ways ...

vintage brownie camera

Little black case

The dusty, little black case bespoke of a simpler time. Hidden high on a forgotten shelf, its single eye looking out on a changing world, the box held onto long-lost memories. Childhood summers chasing fireflies, teenage young love, balancing on that cusp between the dawn and dusk of a curated life. Graduations, christenings, weddings and ...

sand shelf high tide

Storyteller beach

Strata tells a tale Digging deeper for the truth Subterranean Like rings of a tree Each layer another chapter Archaeologist Years through an hourglass Measuring passage of time Interminable Starfish sand castles Mermaid scales and Kraken teeth Unbelievable

seagulls in a queue

Office Christmas

  Secret Santa gifts Christmas party politics Line forms at the bar

rake field sign

Unasked questions

More of Tilde and Mark’s story… Kimmie dragged her son, Zane, off the porch, giving Tilde and Mark a chance to get reacquainted without a teenaged chaperone. Not knowing what to do when they realized they already knew each other, Tilde and Mark awkwardly attempted a handshake then went in for a clumsy hug. “You ...

baseball dugout

The one that got away

Zane and Tilde negotiated their way through a mass of people crowding the front lawn. An expanse that could easily be mistaken for a soccer pitch, or the outfield of a major league ballpark, was the site of a winner-take-all flag football game between parents and the Henry Ford High School Regional Baseball Champions. Kimmie, Zane’s ...

black and white ivy-covered window

Winter storm

His mordant wit was as sharp and deadly as an executioner’s ax. Sometimes Victor’s mocking cut to the quick with sudden and precise aim, and at other times it was wielded with brutal, hacking repetition. The verbal fencing was a talent Victor inherited from his father. While charming with his friends, without hesitation Victor would ...