“There’s no shame, you did nothing wrong.” He held me close, stroking my hair as he spoke. I could feel his heartbeat through his shirt, comforting and familiar. I knew he believed what he said, and desperately wanted me to believe it too, but there was shame. Everyday there was shame. It didn’t matter that … Continue reading Shame
Category: Flash Fiction
Good neighbors
Looking around to make sure no one was watching her, Pauley swirled a finger around her dessert plate, scooping up any remaining pie juice and crust crumbs. Sticking her finger in her mouth up to the last knuckle she slurped off the sticky sweetness, licking her lips, then wiping her mouth with the back of … Continue reading Good neighbors
Away in a manger
The room, out of the wind and weather, was better than sleeping outside. The donkeys and sheep crowded around, adding the warmth of their bodies to the small family. A rich perfume of animal musk hung in the air. Dressed in crude, homespun clothing, the mother wrapped her newborn in her shawl, laying him in … Continue reading Away in a manger
Sweet like candy
A Christmas theme and date for our wedding seemed appropriate considering that it all began during holiday time. He was confused when I first suggested it. That was until I reminded him of “the incident.” When he stopped laughing, he wholeheartedly agreed. He acted surprised I remembered it, but apparently he did too since his … Continue reading Sweet like candy
My words
In looking back over my last few weeks of posts, the majority of them seem, well, kinda dark. Especially over the past several months, I have been focusing more on my fiction writing. I've been active in some writing groups and using those weekly prompts to act as my muse. I don't think it's necessarily … Continue reading My words
My own jailer
Knowing our volatile history it was an understandable question. A simple statement of a few short words. Yet, it was that one word that caught me off guard, instead of “leave,” or “runaway,” which would imply I have power over my fate. That it’s simply a matter of walking out. By its mere definition - … Continue reading My own jailer
Thin spiral notebook 