We speak the same language Yet you don’t understand A single word I say We read the same books Quote our favorite movies But have nothing in common We share a God A compatible sense of right and wrong Though we can never agree Your body fits perfectly Around mine You say you’ve outgrown me … Continue reading Separate lives
Category: Flash Fiction
Mrs. Manners
His expression told me I had shocked him, and I was grateful my response to his assault was visible to most of our guests. Grateful too that I had decided on acrylic nails, these were going to leave a mark. Seeing I was unharmed, my beloved whispered, ‘they’re waiting for us to cut the cake.’ … Continue reading Mrs. Manners
Never assume
We never spoke of his father, and it felt disrespectful to ask anyone else. I assumed he was dead. After the ceremony, standing next to my new husband in the receiving line, I knew before I saw him that something was wrong. I got that weird sensation that someone was watching me, then everything went … Continue reading Never assume
Racing the moon
Her list of cryptic directions crumpled in his pocket, he followed her ribbon trail into the cornfield, weaving among the stalks. As the satin slipped through his fingers, he realized it was the same she used to piece together their marriage quilt. Dread filled him as he imagined her recent distractions as more than typical … Continue reading Racing the moon
Fortress
A perfect fit, she nestled softly in the crook of my arm. Breathing in her scent, nuzzling her cheek, later I’d swear she smiled up at me. Parting the expertly swaddled pink and blue striped blanket, I counted and recounted toes and fingers. With hesitant fingers I stroked her head, seeking the soft spot beneath … Continue reading Fortress
At the top of the stairs
The house, settling like an aging dowager, arthritic and frail, creaks and trembles. Cold spots materialize in odd corners as air cascades over transoms. Doors shut unbidden behind footfalls echoing down the halls. A staircase leads upward to closed off rooms abandoned to the darkness. Treads groan with each step, slick from generations of use. A … Continue reading At the top of the stairs
Thin spiral notebook 