Mother

She wasn't one for coddling, my mother would say to me and my brother as she'd tilt the candle and let the burning wax fall at the back of our hands. Forty years later, watching her memories now slowly fade away, I can't believe how frail she looks. So small, so weak for someone who... Continue Reading →

Word Prompt Story

Here's my take on a pretty stingy word limit of just, and I mean just, 33 words for a conversational style story, Reader, for Sammi's Weekend writing word prompt: Grimace. (just 33 words! 33!!!) "Thought Mike was coming over?” “He cancelled!" “That's why you’re making the face?” “What?" "When something bugs you, you get this... Continue Reading →

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