A Hint of Spring

There was something on the air that early February day.  It was a whisper of Spring despite the day being buried in an enduring and harsh winter.  There was a gentle hint of a new beginning, of fresh life, of a healing heart choosing to look up to the sun and no longer remaining frozen … Continue reading A Hint of Spring


She saw him standing in the parking lot, his shoulders slumped in defeat.  But what was that rigidity in his frame? Pride? Fear? One moment he was beloved by all those around him.  In the very next moment he was reviled.  How quickly and carelessly, she realized, that some turned their back. While others around … Continue reading Broken

One way street: Choosing the past or the future

I'm standing in the dealership.  I'm surrounded by all the latest models filled with all the latest extras to make traveling easier and more comfortable . . . lots of cup holders, g-p-s, bluetooth, wifi . . . all the comforts of home in one little machine.  They come in all the colors of the … Continue reading One way street: Choosing the past or the future

Music in the shadows (short story)

The sidewalk was cold and unyielding.  She was supposed to be at the grocery store, not sitting on the sidewalk outside of a downtown bar.  The sound of music filled the air and her head.  She could hear it from where she had parked her car two blocks away.  It drew her forward to the … Continue reading Music in the shadows (short story)

Love (Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty)

She spotted him from across the room.  Her heart raced.  Her mind emptied of every thought.  She was captivated. Dare she speak to him? He saw her across the room.  His heart stopped.  His mind raced with nervousness and excitement. Dare he speak to her? Drawn to each other. Love.

Their End (short story)

They sat in his car, drowning in the silence.  He was waiting for her to pour out the words she needed to tell him.  It was cold in the car, the heater having not yet overcome the frigid January air.  Her body trembled with nervous fear that numbed her to the frosty bite of winter. "We … Continue reading Their End (short story)

If you can guess what I have in my pocket, you can have it.

I was scrolling through my Facebook feed this morning, putting off the inevitable need to actually do some work.  I follow the Facebook page for Writer's Digest and they had a post for a writing competition.  There were two requirements for submitting a short story 1.  The short story had to be 750 or less. … Continue reading If you can guess what I have in my pocket, you can have it.

Cut (a short story)

This is a short story from within my book, "written" by the main female character.  I had forgotten that I put this story in my book and rediscovered it last night as I was editing.  It scared me a bit when I wrote this since I am normally a pretty happy-go-lucky writer.  I guess we … Continue reading Cut (a short story)

Across the room (short story)

She saw him from across the room.  Her eyes, which had been merely scanning everyone, caught on him and couldn't move.  She was captivated by him.  His warm and uninhibited smile.  His gentle eyes.  The comfort and ease with which he seemed to own the room.  She watched him throw his head back in laughter, … Continue reading Across the room (short story)

Breaking hearts (short story)

She looked into his blue eyes, eyes that were always haunted and guarded, eyes that were always filled with pain.  The eyes that glared back at her, once warm and inviting, were cold and hard.  The kind smile that he used to have for her was gone.  His entire face was set like stone.  No … Continue reading Breaking hearts (short story)