Every time I take a long road trip, and I mean every single time, I think of my high school Driver's Education teacher, Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown was from Mississippi, and couldn't pronounce his Rs. He was a tad difficult to understand. Lucky for us, he spoke with a sloooow southern drawl, so we had … Continue reading Parallel parking like a boss
Tag: writing prompt
Doppelgänger dilemma
A prompt from WordPress Daily Press totally gobsmacked me this morning. The idea is to write a scene where I meet “an opposite version of (myself).” A sort of DC Comic Bizarro World-slash-Seinfeld encounter. Aside from the obvious physical differences - taller, thinner, younger, more blonde - the internal changes are what stumped me. What sort … Continue reading Doppelgänger dilemma
Cornflower fields
The cell is all I know. Brick walls on four sides, and a single window at floor level my only source of light. I’ve lost all track of time, not knowing the passage of days, only counting meals. Does the gruel come twice a day, once? Does it even matter? It’s difficult to tell if … Continue reading Cornflower fields
Conversion conversations
One foible of working from home is the great temptation to stay in pajamas all day, sans bra and makeup. It can make for awkward encounters if you feel compelled to open your front door. He blushed a shade of pink that reminded me of a newly washed baby, a color that I wished I … Continue reading Conversion conversations
Kicked to the curb
In 1991, then Tennessee Sen. Al “I invented the Internet” Gore was in town to commemorate an Air Force Base anniversary. Being the seasoned local newspaper reporter, I got the interview. Our only opportunity to speak was in his limo on its way to the airport. Afterward, I was unceremoniously dumped on the side of … Continue reading Kicked to the curb
Amateur
“I need you to work your magic, and keep that old man away from me,” my father stormed into the library where I was reading, trying to avoid the other guests in the main room of the estate. “I can’t stand that he keeps defending that monster son of his.” I looked up from my … Continue reading Amateur
Thin spiral notebook 