Marney had been prattling on for what seemed like hours, and I was only half listening, until she said something that caused me to rise up on one elbow and stare at her. One of my eyes was closed—squinting into the sun—causing her to appear as though she were surrounded by a hazy halo; behind her, the trees of Elkin’s woods framed the moment. Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for Stories
Unworthy
In the small town I grew up in, we lost an inordinate number of our friends to teenage suicide. I didn’t understand it then, and even now can only speculate as to the reasons these young souls saw no reason to continue the struggle that life must have been for them. Read the rest of this entry »
Gnome Gnome on the Moon
Don’t ask, ah’ight! Sometimes this stuff just comes rolling out of my head. I actually started out to write about the concept of dreaming big, and this is what came out. Go figure! Read the rest of this entry »
Things I Thought Were Mine
Yesterday, I wrote about the many people I’ve left behind, then, unexpectedly, had conversations with four of them. The following is about one of them; true story—sad, but true. I’ll be seeing him, two of the other four, and hopefully more of my childhood pals in about a week, when I return to the scene of the crime… er, I mean my childhood. Please! Do not alert the authorities! Read the rest of this entry »
Wanting Something
Do you ever think about an old friend, and wonder what happened to them; where they are now? Do you wonder why you lost touch with them; why they didn’t care about you enough to stay in touch, and remain a part of your life? I do, and it usually comes down to the fact I didn’t try to remain a part of theirs. It’s one of those things I tend to beat myself up about. Maybe I’ve got time to fix it. Read the rest of this entry »
Somehow Somber
It’s Friday, and Kellie Elmore finally posted the prompt for this week’s Free Write Friday. She thought maybe we could write something using the following words: lazy – rain – perspective – glint – somber – trinket – static. I gave it a shot. Read the rest of this entry »
High On Danger
We did a lot of crazy things when we were kids, and we never thought of them as wrong, or bad; just fun. Sometimes our antics would backfire on us—actually, they almost always backfired on us—but failure never slowed us down. We drank a few beers now and then, but didn’t know about drugs. We were just high on danger… as it were. Read the rest of this entry »
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