I realized I worried several people today because of my recent post, so putting up the standard fiction disclaimer here. Will be adding this to all the other posts as well. đ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the authorâs imagination or used in… Continue reading Author’s Note: Work of Fiction
He hadn’t been able to get her off his mind the past few weeks. “You know that feeling, when you start to see something in a different light?” he asked her one day, during lunch. Ironically, he had no one else to discuss the matter with but the lady in question, since they were best… Continue reading Lunchtime
He presented her with a stack of National Geographic magazines. She blinked. “Are those… mine?” He grinned sheepishly. “Yeah. I kinda borrowed them for a bit. Sorry I didn’t tell you.” She wasn’t sure how to react to that, so she quietly took the magazines from his hands. And even without consciously thinking about it,… Continue reading Infinite
“What the-” She stopped short, staring at the kids. After blinking a couple more times, she finally turned to give her best friend an incredulous look. “What have you done with your nieces and nephew?” Bestie laughed. “I dubbed today Fashion Friday. Babysitter’s choice.” She sighed. “They’re even more fashionable than me.” “Yeah, well, look… Continue reading Fashion Friday
She was lost. Again. She’d been pretty sure she read the maps right, but apparently she made a wrong turn somewhere along the way and ended up several blocks in the opposite direction. Not that it was the first time. She always got lost in her travels. It had become a joke among her friends,… Continue reading Lost
“You look tired.” She took a sip of her soda before replying. “No, not tired. Just… thinking.” He frowned. “Class didn’t go well? Weren’t you supposed to have show and tell, or something?” “Oh, it went well. Too well. The kids were delighted to be superheroes for a day. Naturally, they wore costumes. And got… Continue reading Mother
He found his daughter sitting alone in the living room that morning, amidst the clutter of household items that had accumulated over the years, as well as leftovers from the holidays. “Are you okay?” he asked tentatively. Growing up she’d always been a little quiet, but he was no longer accustomed to seeing her that way.… Continue reading Morning Meditation
On the first day of the new year, she went to church and lit a candle. She wasn’t religious, but there was something about holy places that called out to her. It didn’t matter which one; all she needed was a place to commune in silence with the universe. That morning, she talked about gratitude.… Continue reading Day 1
She hated resolutions, but for the first time, she agreed to participate in the painful process. Mostly to shut her best friend up, who rambled nonstop about it once a year. An hour later, she had an empty cup of coffee – and an equally empty piece of paper. Her phone rang. “Happy happy happyyyyyy… Continue reading Resolutions
After dinner on New Yearâs Eve, we sat cross-legged on the floor with a bottle of wine and a box full of pictures. The wine had become tradition, but the box was a surprise. âWhat are we supposed to do with these?â I asked, taking out a couple of photos. He laughed. âWhereâd your sense… Continue reading Sentimental
Hey. I have some confessions to make. First: I’ve dubbed you The Boy With The Awkward Smile. Not because I don’t know your name (I do, actually, mother’s maiden name and all – oops!) but because it’s so much easier to talk to my girl friends that way.  “Him” is a little too vague, and so is “that guy.”… Continue reading Confession
