What eyes did betray When the stomach knew too well So many choices Resolve surrendered Coma-causing trifecta Turkey, yams, green beans Jeans button unsnapped Remorse, regret settled in Second slice of pie BETRAY transitive verb \bi-ˈtrā, bē-\ 3: to fail or desert especially in time of need Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to … Continue reading Tryptophan hangover
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In a fishbowl
Not one day, one hour can pass without some fragment of our lives being broadcast to the world. A simple question is transformed into an indictment against our very existence. An innocent photo can be manipulated, twisted into the most grotesque caricature. Where once rumors would range only as far as the next office, or … Continue reading In a fishbowl
Golden child
“I don’t get it. It’s just dinner. Why are you making such big deal about it?” “For you it’s just dinner, you’re the Golden Child.” “Not that again.” “When the ‘rents summon me to attend Thanksgiving Dinner, it’s not to enjoy a loving family meal together. It’s far more sinister than that.” “I think you’re … Continue reading Golden child
Snow globes
My winters mean long-sleeved tees, closed-toe shoes, and long walks across powder of purest white. Here, snow is created from tiny crystals of Appalachian quartz, washed ashore for millennia. There are drifts piled high against fence rows and along roadsides, but my snow never melts. There are no huge flakes sticking to my clothes and … Continue reading Snow globes
Gambler
This story is part of my National Novel Writing Month project. Other chapters can be found on my nav bar tab, "Where's George." Mike watched the woman in front of him at the checkout buy a lottery ticket, a simple one dollar Quick Pick. He wanted to buy a ticket so bad his hands twitched. … Continue reading Gambler
Red door
Every day I had a hundred dialogues going on in my head. They quietly spilt from my mouth as I played out scenes in my kitchen over a sink filled with soapy water and dirty dishes. Neighbors whispered about the walker who talked to herself, gesturing with her hands while making a point to her … Continue reading Red door
Thin spiral notebook 