Indulge me Tell me that you love me Even if it’s a lie Hold me Tell me you’ll never leave Even while you’re walking out the door Kiss me Whisper sweet words in my ear Even if it’s her name you breathe Dance with me Close in your warm embrace Even if I’m not the … Continue reading Indulge me
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Honeyed air
Climbing the wooden stairs to the wrap-around porch, Katie and her friend were met by Miss Ruby and Miss Mae, the valley’s spinster Welcome Wagon. The most senior residents of Deer Hollow, the ladies were a sort of litmus test. Katie brought Eric to meet the old maid sisters before presenting him to her parents. … Continue reading Honeyed air
Red flowers for love
The story so far… Old Wives’ Tale The other caravan women noticed the dark purple bruise on Amelia’s cheek. It wasn’t the first time she showed signs of Charles' hand on her pale skin. None of them offered her solace, lest their men put them in their place too. There must have been something she did … Continue reading Red flowers for love
Checks and balances
Oliver’s account ledger lay on his shop counter, held closed by his Robveral balance hex trade weights. Every customer has a private account number, known only to him. He keeps meticulous records in fine-lined script penned by hand with an heirloom quill. The same pen his father used, and his father’s father, reaching back untold generations. … Continue reading Checks and balances
Furniture refurbishing
Back in the day… before the daily six-pack of Barq’s, before the double-bacon cheeseburger with a side of super fries, if a morsel escaped my hungry lips, it had a soft, safe place to settle. Upon my food shelf, these tasty orts found a haven, a second chance to be savored. Now, after seemingly endless … Continue reading Furniture refurbishing
Damage control
The story so far... Old Wives' Tale The little girls, now awake and mewing, tried to lift their heads to search for their mother. She was softly singing a lullaby her mother sang to her. The way the babies were joined, just below their fifth rib, they always held each other in a close embrace. Now, awake and … Continue reading Damage control





