Tag: short short story

  • Wailing

    “But I can explain.  I can explain everything that happened.  Everything will make sense if you let me tell you what really happened.”  Rowan practically fell to her knees in front of her mother and I wondered what she was doing.  We had discussed everything the night and the week before the ‘event’ but now…

  • Plan Your Visit

    The only way I knew how to survive was to be able to plan my visit.  If I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do, things would go awry.  I knew what I wanted and I knew how to get there.  I was a creature of habit and wanted to know ahead of time…

  • Gentle Birth

    “He is of gentle birth,” she said stoically.  “He is -”  “Oh please.  We do not live in the Middle Ages.”  I knew I should listen and indulge Lainey more than I did, but tonight was not the night.  I was too caught up in what was happening right outside to be caught up in…

  • Blackberry Bushes

    The blackberry bushes made me feel like home no matter where I went.  Due to the fact I didn’t have a place I called home or a place I went back to for holidays, I had to make my own home.  My own place.  I moved around with my parents as a child and quickly…

  • Naps in the Park

    “I never want to see you again!” she screamed.  “Stay away from me and stay away from my family!  I never should have agreed to see you in the first place.”  I was startled out of my afternoon nap in the sun by a woman walking around the corner, gesturing wildly in the air.  The…

  • Ready

    “How will you know when it’s ready?  How will you know when he is going to be here?”  Max followed me around the house asking me what seemed like every question he could think of. I bit my lip and tried to not say anything he would report back to his father.   Usually, I…

  • Memories

    “Without memories, who are we anyway?  Without memories how would we learn?”  I stared down the hallway and wondered what would come next.  It had been so long since I had been in the house, I wasn’t sure if my memories were even correct.  Or even real?  Was it a real memory of me laughing…

  • Plotting

    All I wanted to do was stay home and not have to talk to anyone.  My job at the public library was running me ragged due to short staffing and dumb questions.  I was on desk and talking with the public every hour of my workday other than my lunch.  Lunch was the only part…

  • The Empty Chair

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  I knew something serious had happened when I saw the empty chair. It had not been empty at 7:42 AM for any of the last 813 mornings. I didn’t know the man’s name, but maybe it was finally time to stop and see what was going on and what had happened.…

  • Shadows

    I knew I would love the house the second I saw it.  When my mom told my brother and I we were moving to the country, I knew we were in for a treat.  I grew up loving the story of Anne of Green Gables and knew this was my chance to become Anne.  Growing…