Her bony finger, shroud in a white cotton glove, stroked the nursery armoire, seeking out evidence of the child who once slept in the room, inspecting for dust lingering where it wasn’t welcome. The Trifecta weekend challenge is to write a 33-word opening line to [our] book, an incipit.
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Life is over as we know it
After a long day at work, the last thing he wanted to do was carry out half a dozen bags of trash. "What's all this," he demanded, toeing one of the open, white plastic bundles. The teen-aged boy sitting at the kitchen table, languidly looked up from his homework. Tugging his headphones off, he looked … Continue reading Life is over as we know it
Fireworks
"You've gotta put that back. If your uncle finds us in here, there'll be real fireworks." "Fireworks? Where do you get stuff like that? Butch is not gonna know if you don't tell him." Pauley held the gun in her right hand, her left cupped under the grip like she had seen her guardian do … Continue reading Fireworks
Fire starter
A cloud of blue-grey ash hung around her, a dark aura of melancholy she carried with her everywhere. It was difficult to tell her age, her face hidden under layers of soot and grit. Still, you were gripped by how clear her eyes were, as deep and cloudless as azure summer skies. The villagers would … Continue reading Fire starter
Mixed messages
I didn't believe I would ever say this but, I miss my washer and dryer. I even miss my vacuum cleaner. I miss my house, I miss everything about my old life. I never appreciated what I had. It's been three months since he kicked me out, and I'm reduced to having to clean my … Continue reading Mixed messages
Week 22: dining al fresco
This week was all about food and the weather... for both, when it rained, it poured. My writer friend Mags asked if she could use the Laundromat shot to illustrate a story she penned for Trifecta. I was honored by the request, and loved the story: Loads to Go. I was also gratified to learn … Continue reading Week 22: dining al fresco