Tag Archives: Friday Fictioneers
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
Digging for Treasure
He’s doing it again—digging for the diamond ring that plopped out of his hand the night he proposed in the middle of a cornfield. “Honey, just give up.” I hand him a glass of lemonade. “Never.” Two hours later, he … Continue reading
Two Green Hearts
One co-worker gawks. “That’s your anniversary present?” Another snickers. “How many years did you say you’ve been married?” “Fifteen,” I answer, admittedly a bit embarrassed. I open the card from my husband. The beauty of roses fades with time But … Continue reading
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
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
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
