The ocean holds me, nourishes me. I reluctantly pull myself onto a rock, slippery with seaweed. Clouds have moved in since this afternoon, but as they are hurried along, I can feel the sun warming and evaporating the beads of that my mother decorates me with. Gulls scream high above me, and the breeze tangles my hair. Even though some of my family are silent, I am not. Like the gulls, I feel compelled to sing my truth, the longing…
The six word story, “For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn,” is famously misattributed to Ernest Hemingway. ======================================== Having bombs did not save us ======================================== 20 years wrongful imprisonment. Now what? ======================================== Something’s growing on the baby’s face ======================================== The one you suspect dies next ======================================== Headstrong heroine. Hate turns to love. ======================================== Don’t worry – there’ll be a sequel ======================================== Who knew dragons were great lovers? ======================================== Not that library book – it bites ======================================== Werewolf chick kicks ass, finds…
These pants I’m wearing are hand me downs from my ex-piano teacher’s ex-wife. The cuffs pile up around my ankles, because she’s taller than I am, but she didn’t want these pants to go to waste. I remember going to John’s house for my piano lesson, a small house in a new development. I would walk through the living room, and there was his wife Karen, ironing. She ironed everything: not just shirts, like I might, but jeans, sheets, underwear….
Charlie Perkins heard the jingling of the bells that hung over the entrance to the diner and looked up from the plates he’d been drying. A boy, probably about six or seven, had come in, carrying a classic “running away from home” bindle over his shoulder. The lunchtime rush at the diner had subsided, and as usual, Lou was the only one left at the counter, finishing his meatloaf sandwich. Charlie knew that Lou considered sitting at the diner to be part of…
When the prince received an anonymous letter informing him that the little mermaid was not a human woman, he summoned her, doing his best to hide his disgust. “It’s just that, well, I can’t have a wife who is a,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “you know, a fish.” He took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure. “Of course, you look like a human, but that doesn’t mean you are one. Inside, where it counts, you…
If I could go back, I certainly wouldn’t have worn those pants. I would have taken along a different lunch. I would have realized that even though I’m small for my age, I don’t need to always do as I’m told. I would not have answered that call. I would have befriended the giant grasshopper and received her blessing. It all came out all right in the end, though, didn’t it? Didn’t it? What did they expect me to do?…
Of all the people I could be, most of them wear glasses. Several of them wear contacts, although only one has opted for the kind that tint her (my) eyes teal. Some of the people I could be live in Scotland. I’ve never really understood why, but they say that they like the wind there, and I have to honor their choice. Some of the people I could be lead photo safaris in Kenya, pointing out leopards by day and…
I’m getting home from another interminable planning meeting with the Gotham Police Department. When do we get to fight criminals? “Hey, how was work?” He’s calling from the room we fixed up as an office for him. “It could have been better. Shall I ask Alfred to whip us up some dinner?” “In a minute. I just need to finish this – Oh, rats!” I walk in and he is intent on the computer screen. It might be the first…
“It was just a trick,” Alex said to his little brother, once they were in the car. “That’s what magicians do. It’s not real magic.” Scott’s voice quavered. “But he’s not disappeared forever, is he?” Their mother’s voice came from the driver’s seat. “Hey, guys, let’s get ice cream!” “Yay!” shouted Alex, while Scott still looked dubious. “Mama, how can he make people disappear?” “Sweetie, magicians don’t tell their secrets. I don’t know.” All she knew was that she had…
You probably don’t know this about the garden. It’s not like they would have told you when you closed on the house. They just care about making the sale. Anyway, by this time next week, all the flowers will be dead. Not just finished blooming. The plants themselves will have shriveled into brown and crunchy sticks. Yeah, I saw the delivery truck with the big order of annuals from Fishken’s nursery a few days ago. They’ll stay alive for a…