Cheyenne, Wyoming, 2017 — Bright blue eyes peered around the hall corner, scanning the living room and finally landed on the bookshelf.
Right next to it was the recliner, where Daddy was sleeping.
Continue reading “Storytime”Cheyenne, Wyoming, 2017 — Bright blue eyes peered around the hall corner, scanning the living room and finally landed on the bookshelf.
Right next to it was the recliner, where Daddy was sleeping.
Continue reading “Storytime”Another Sophie bit, inspired by a prompt I saw on Pinterest a few years ago.
She still wore the ring. People would tell her there wasn’t any reason to because he was gone, but Sophie still wore her engagement ring.
Continue reading “Goodbye, Sweetheart”The clock read 2:37 A.M. Sophie blankly stared at the wall, slate-gray eyes red-rimmed and puffy.
Continue reading “Insomnia”June 1978 — Nineteen-year-old Margaret hummed to herself as she pulled back the fronts of her strawberry-blonde hair and secured the strands in a barrette.
Washington, 1999 — As soon as she stood up, Heather Jones began to regret accepting her eleven-year-old twin nieces’ requests to roller-skate with them.
Continue reading “Roller Skates & A Bus Stop”Word of advice: Don’t write 2 before 1. And don’t attempt to write it like 2-3-1. Start with 1. Sounds obvious, right?