Category Archives: fictioneers
Friday Fictioneers: Dreaded Words
“Wait ‘til your father gets home!” I’m not sure what I’ve done this time, but something tells me it has to do with the baseball I just hit. “How many times have I told you not to play ball so … Continue reading
Stumped
Stumped Blurry-eyed and half-awake, she sipped her coffee and stared at the photo, finding it interesting, yet troubling. Was this the one that would stump her? Her thoughts drifted like leaves tossed in a chill wind, her mind, a blank … Continue reading
Celebration
Celebration The delivery man stared at the patio set he’d put together as if daydreaming. Lost in my own contemplations, I murmured, “Perfect.” “Perfect for what?” he asked. Embarrassed he’d heard my musings, I replied, “A tea party.” He snickered. … Continue reading
A Dance of Lights
Last night, I read a Native American myth about the Northern Lights—that they are spirits of departed friends, dancing in the sky, and colors sashaying over the landscape mean loved ones who’ve left this world are happy. Three years after … Continue reading
Happy Place
A lucky koi am I To live here Surrounded by gardens And best of all, stacked rocks Because I remember stories My grandfather told me Of watching monks stack one by one One by one In Japan Before he was … Continue reading
Dancers and Dukers
See that window up there on the left? That’s the bedroom I shared with my sister. Every day after school, we’d stop to watch boxers duking it out before we reluctantly trudged upstairs to do homework. I was always fascinated … Continue reading
All the Petals Are Gone
Sleepy-eyed and slightly bummed about my first Valentine’s Day alone, I walked into the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. In a beam of sunlight on the kitchen table I found A rose. With a note. “I love you, … Continue reading
Our Tenth Valentine’s Day
My heart skipped a beat when her text arrived. Starting the car now. My reaction surprised me. After all, we’d been best friends for ten years—since that lucky Valentine’s Day, when, at the age of seven, she moved into the … Continue reading
Heaven
Heaven My boat drifts toward Berrisford Harbor, as waves lap gently against the hull. I squint to make out the oceanview penthouse I once shared with Pops and imagine him staring out the window. Sixty years since I last visited … Continue reading
Farewell, My Boy
Farewell, My Boy Don’t be sad for me even as you see my scattered remnants. Mine was a bountiful life. From the day I first peeked from moist earth and found sunshine to the day I survived the clearing of … Continue reading
