Coping and Hope

I wrote something yesterday. Only 750 words or so, but it wasn't an email message or a note to my sleeping teenage son saying I'd taken the dog for a walk so if he woke, get his own breakfast. It took me about twenty minutes to write the first sentence, but after that the words flowed … Continue reading Coping and Hope

A cat for Sam

I bit of story for a Sat. afternoon. It's the same character as from The Vase. Don't know why I put my poor pretend people (a.k.a. 'characters') in such sad situations. Maybe Sam and Vicar Celeste need to meet... Sam lay on the rug in front of the hearth, soaking in the heat of the … Continue reading A cat for Sam

Bitter Dirt

A little flash for Mondays Finish the Story--but it's a continuation of the story of our dear vicar, Celeste. You can find the beginning of her story here, and here. The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode, but Celeste couldn't understand why--the land around the graveyard was peaceful, lovely even. Perhaps they'd named it after a … Continue reading Bitter Dirt