You wake minutes before the alarm sounds and remember there’s no coffee. You pry yourself loose from your pillow, fumble the alarm off, and sit up. And think, “What in *&%! am I doing?!” You know before you even look no two socks will match, or that last pair of hose has runs. The dog […]
Lady Witherspoon in costume, in character, regarded her calm face in her mirror. Yes, she looked exactly as she should: determined, quiet, genteel… perhaps a quirked eyebrow would contribute emphasis? A discreet knock on the door. “Curtain up in ten minutes!” She didn’t deign to answer, staying in character. Another knock. “Curtain up in five
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Once again, that odd date had occurred. The seventh day of the month, at seven minutes past seven p.m. But at least tonight, this year doesn’t also end in a seven. Let me tell you about that one …
“Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you need is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”
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When I drove up in front of my Grandma’s house, the first thing I saw was her walker, standing on the sidewalk. It was by itself; the purse usually dangling from the crossbar was with Grandma in the hospital. We’d had a small rain shower while I was gone for a hectic day and a
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Probably it’s an ordinary house; most likely, anyway, but since I’ve never lived anywhere else, it’s what suits me best. And the very best part about this house is that it has windows: some of them have sunshine which pours in, warm and inviting, especially on cold days. To sink into a puddle of sunshine
I couldn’t help it. My lower lip trembled, so I bit it to stop that revealing motion, and to prevent myself from – what? What next? Sobbing aloud? Shrieking? We were parted. Separated. Torn from each other. My heart hurt. It was all too abrupt. I wouldn’t do this; couldn’t live this way. I remembered
That may be a question you have about these blogs and bits of writing, so here’s my attempt at explaining something we don’t fully understand ourselves. We’re writing blogs (these among others) and vignettes, prose, poems or exploratory thoughts to challenge ourselves: to write better, to hone our craft, to search for just the right
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