Jellybeans

“Marva?” At the sound of Dorothy calling my name, my daydream burst like a soap bubble. “Yes?” “The look on your face!” exclaimed Dorothy. “Thought you’d gotten hold of one of those earwax-flavored jellybeans my nephew brought over here on April Fool’s Day! What was that – licorice?” I’m no fan of licorice – I’m Read More …

Food, Fantasy, and Fiction

Oh, Food! “I don’t understand why people need to take pictures of their food and share them on social media.” My future son-in-law threw down the gauntlet. He didn’t realize that’s what he was doing, but my friend Todd Kruse, might’ve anticipated my reaction, having once mocked the use of #hashtags. I convinced Todd that hashtags and Read More …

The Power of Imagination and Words

It’s not every day you see a royal blue call box sporting a mast and sails. “Well, aren’t you lovely?” I whispered as she proudly unfurled her flag. It wasn’t one I recognized; I’d expected a Jolly Roger, but this was gold flame and purple smoke on a field of crimson, and unlike any flag Read More …

Drunk on Freedom, Dancing with the Jinn

NaBloPoMo. NaNoWriMo. NaNoBloWriPoMo… “There’s just no redeeming this month, is there?” I asked Emmett, dejectedly. “Sure there is,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. He emerged from my kitchen bearing a large Mason jar full of freshly-squeezed pineapple juice. “Where did you get that?” I asked. I hadn’t bought pineapples or juice in a while. Read More …

Getting to Know You, Getting to Know All About You

Barefoot and dressed only in a thin black tank top and California Crazee pants, I made a beeline for the coffee maker. My new friend was already up, trying to figure out how to use the satellite and DVR with its six remotes – each of them having one or more unique functions and about Read More …

The Challenge

“The challenge,” Prunebutt mused, “is not to think too far ahead.” It referred, of course, to my compulsive, headlong commitment to things like NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo. I used to refer to these as “Nah, go blow me” and “Nah, no wri’ mo…” but I’ve stuck with the latter, more out of a sense of tradition Read More …

Planetary Alignment

The following story is inspired by The Creative Copy Challenge. This week’s words: Landforms, Languages, Lagoon, Lakebed, Lava Dome, Latitude, Lowland, Meander, Natural arch, Overhang. This is as close to erotica as you’re going to get on this blog. Planetary Alignment Anaïs let her fingers trail down the vertebral knobs at the back of Cam’s neck. Read More …

Glow

“It’s remarkable,” said Anne, turning the glass float over in her hand. Holding it up in front of her nose, Anne squinted at the textured glass. Unlike most of the Japanese fishing floats she’d seen, this one was made of a wavy, ruby-red glass that was nearly opaque. It contained a tiny swirl of phosphorescence that Read More …

Where Do the Characters Come From?

My friend Willard Campbell asked, “Since I don’t often read children’s books I’m not familiar with your characters. Do you write other books? How do your characters find their way?” Find their way? I don’t know – it’s my job to get them lost and make that a challenge for them. You’d have to ask Read More …

Schrödinger’s Closet #storyaday

The house was old, rambling, and overpriced. A “classic fixer-upper” in realtor lingo. A smart developer would tear it down and build a little row of shops with pre-fab walls on a concrete slab, slap on a charmingly quaint facade, and call it a day. “There’s quite a bit of interest in this property,” said Read More …

United at Last #storyaday

Selma watched from a distance as they lowered the caskets into the ground. She scanned the faces, looking for someone she recognized. People had gathered at the graveside – neighbors, friends, the media. Such a lurid fascination they had with the words “murder-suicide.” “–a terrible, terrible thing.” Selma caught snippets of their conversations. The mourners Read More …

What Are You Willing to Die For? #storyaday

“What are you willing to die for?” Our senior History teacher, Mr. Rassmussen, threw that question out to a sea of blank looks. “Your iPhone, Mr. Wilkes?” Wilkes’s head shot up at the mention of his name, and he tried to hide the phone, which was considerably smarter than its owner, in his lap. Mr. Read More …