Gathering the lunch plates, Pauley carried the remains of their meal into the kitchen. While they waited for Vivian to come back, she helped Lenore prepared caipirinhas. “I did not know Señora Vivian before she came to live here,” Lenore quartered limes picked from Vivian’s garden, muddling the fruit chunks in two glasses with a … Continue reading Pretty in pink
Category: Flash Fiction
Dark and dreary
Dark thunderclouds closed around me, the rain coming down in tsunami waves. I had to fight the wheel of my car to keep on the road, the wind threatening to push me over the bridge railing. No matter how fast I set the wipers, it couldn’t keep the windshield clear, forcing me to drive precariously … Continue reading Dark and dreary
A light for all the world
Her beatific countenance shone down upon us, bathing all in her love and warmth. Arms spread, her acceptance offered with no conditions. Her smile as open and inviting as a mother’s embrace. A hymn of celebration filled the air, her exultant voice melding with the seraphim and cherubim. One song for the innocent and pure, … Continue reading A light for all the world
Key to my heart
The bridal party settled at the head table, while the rest of the wedding guests filled in the other seats around the reception hall. Servers brought out dinner plates and poured goblets of wine and water. As the empty dishes were removed, attendants rose to give their speeches toasting the newlyweds, my cousin Denise and … Continue reading Key to my heart
Walk a mile in my shoes
Vivian opened her door, stepping out onto the asphalt. Pauley shook her head, making no move to join Vivian outside. Holding up a well-shod foot, Pauley demanded an explanation. “Do you see what I’m wearing? You really expect me to walk hell knows how far in my Jimmy Choos? These are $400 Espadrilles!” “I know … Continue reading Walk a mile in my shoes
Buoyed
They want me to learn to breathe. I’ve taken enough breath tests, I told ‘em I already knew how. “Visualize,” they told me. "Imagine the positive." they said. If I can control my thoughts, I can control my destiny. I called, “bullshit” on that and lost my TV privileges. I didn’t care. All that new-age, … Continue reading Buoyed
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