Category Archives: fictioneers
Eye Wonder
“It’s an eye,” he said, looking up. I snickered. “What? No way.” Somber and serious, he nodded. “Yep. It’s watching us. Always has been.” “Whose eye is it then?” Wait. Was I actually considering his preposterous claim? “Theirs. They’re watching … Continue reading
Seashells
Put away your phone Listen to seashells instead Shhh…shhh…shhhhhhhhhh I’ve been away busy remiss the last few weeks, but figured I could shake seventeen syllables out of my muse, especially after my visit to the seashore last weekend! Other … Continue reading
Junk Yard Dog
Who are these humans milling about My Lady’s yard? And why are they touching her things? Someone picks up my favorite treasure—My Lady’s mirror! The one that once hung in her hallway, where every morning, she’d lean in to put … Continue reading
Lightness of Being
Some found the thought unbearable and couldn’t bring themselves to do it, though like thousands of others, they’d traveled to this sacred place intending to release a burden. With trembling hands, one man attempted to place his smart phone on … Continue reading
A Jar Full of Lighters
Out of cigarettes to smoke out of tissues to wipe away the tears a final swig of whisky to get him through the night then he was gone She came to gather his things and wondered about all the lighters … Continue reading
The Sound
As a child, she walked the shoreline, listening to waves lap against rocks as she stooped to study tiny tide pool worlds that breathed in and out with the waves. As a teen, she sailed the inlet, departing the harbor … Continue reading
Nocturne
Last night, outside my bedroom window the rain serenaded a pitter patter lullaby to wash the day away while I waited for gutter music my favorite nocturne when raindrops slide down, down, down the roof like children on a playground … Continue reading
Caged Bird
Drats! Mother told me to remove the wheels before locking the cage, my sanctuary from the crime scene of a world where fellow zombies threaten to eat anyone who’s different. Did I listen? Noooo. But, I’m not like the rest … Continue reading
Hunting Season
We watch each other in this sanctuary, this quail and I, prisoners of lives into which we were born. The bird is free to fly away, to go where he pleases. But he has surely heard the gun fire, watched … Continue reading
Blue Eyes
My wife clutches my arm. “Look! There’s Maddie!” She points into the Great Hall from the balustrade, her eyes firing bolts of desperation. Maddie. The word steals a beat of my heart, even ten years later. “Where?” I ask, ninety-nine … Continue reading
