Rikki wore herself, her other self, with aplomb. Hers was an expression of polite detachment and of slight boredom with it all. And...

Mrs. Knapp had been a teacher prior to her retirement, whereupon she became simply old Mrs. Knapp (as she was referred to by all the kids...

George Negritsoyski on Pexels.com New York Spring 1953 – two friends sitting at a corner table in a packed bar, drinking and smoking,...

Ron Lach on Pexels.com Something wasn’t right. The twinge in her stomach told her so. Her eyes confirmed it was so. He was supposed to be...

Photo by Clara The day he died, we started to live. We were lucky that way – being alive. Many don’t make it. On his last day I was under...

I just finished reading, almost in one breath, The Rules of Civility by Amor Towles. Interesting to the book, after the formidable...

Time is a peculiar thing. It exists as a specific amount (24 hours, 10 minutes, 2 seconds) and yet, our perception of time rarely...

He is abandoned asleep on the sofa. His breathing is light and even. How peaceful he looks, childlike and vulnerable, cocooned in his...

An indelible mark Just as the older freckled hand centered the smooth cheek of the younger woman, seconds after the satisfyingly clean...

Sea breezes, the squawk of gulls, the scent of coco and salty air; I am at the beach. Colorful mini shops on wheels sell cheerful...

Despondency had an address. Ours. Our house was one of a series of identical houses on the fringes of this forest. The ever present...

THE LETTER “J” Jingle bells plays in the background. In the living room lots of jostling and jabbering going on. Jovial conversation,...

THE LETTER “U” Unbelievable! She refused to understand that I was her only true friend. Upset at being told what she knew deep down  to...

Get ready to feel unbridled anger, vulnerability and powerlessness, hopelessness and disbelief. These are all true stories which is what...

Her house is a fine example of symmetry. It is the type of house you first draw as a child. The feeling on the untree-lined street of row...

I unwrapped his gift slowly, contradictory resentment and protectiveness gurgling up inside. Why had I agreed to this ridiculous public...

Next door of sisters there are three Here it’s just mom and dad and me Feeling quite bored I captured a bee And lovingly fed it flowers...

A generous deeply felt read A yo-yo of emotions, intelligent and a work of love Beautiful prose, full of nuances, layers and texture...

Doubleface The man and woman formed an island of uncomfortable silence in the middle of the airport terminal’s noisy crowds. He dejected...

modern stream of consciousness I have just shut this book; still warm to the touch. It is the first time I have read this...