Tag Archives: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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
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
Lost in Translation
LOST IN TRANSLATION Kevin reached into his backpack. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” My heart raced. A proposal? At last? He pulled out a strange-looking sign. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s to keep anyone from ‘rounding that curve we … 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
