stand-alone scenes. Not meant to be complete pieces / stories.
Quiet. Finally. Amy leaned against the doorjamb, hugging her Sacred Heart mug to her breastbone. The rain had started. It dripped softly on the porch roof. The air hung heavy with cedar. Out between the trees she could see the sheets scatter over the sea swells. She padded over to the railing, setting her cup […]
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Sean slapped his debit card across his palm, fluttered it between his fingers. He flicked a glance at his wristwatch and groaned internally. The woman ordering was laughing with the barista, leaning casually against the counter, specifying extra hot with a floating toss of long, honey-blond hair. She managed to make it inoffensive; she was […]
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Bewildered, Grace put her foot in the envelope. It landed on something firm and earthy. In the library of Desperation House, she gave Pip a dazzling smile. Then she put her other foot into the envelope and pulled the flap of the envelope over herself. And found herself standing on a forest path. Some forest. […]
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Charlie heard his mother’s four-rap knock at the door of his hotel room. Short long, short long. The beats fell sharp and heavy. He froze. “Just a sec!” He flicked off the TV. Dragging himself to his feet, he scrubbed his face with both hands. Then he went to the door and opened it, fingers […]
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The shadows on the wall are laughter. She lies on the sofa in the summer light, hair dangling over the end like ribbons of chocolate. She watches leaves flicker through slitted lids, lets her hands flutter to the music, feathers falling on the breeze. He pulls the chords from his Deering with spider fingers, long […]
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