Tag: small town

  • Buried Secrets

    “I’m not supposed to be talking to you,” I mumbled, trying to walk quickly away from AJ.  He was the root of all my problems, and I had been too dumb to figure it out before now.  He was the reason for my swift downfall, and I had run blindly into his trap.  AJ had…

  • Motive

    Whether she knew it or not, Taylor had a reason for everything.  A single motive she based her entire life on.  She would deny, deny, deny she was a gold digger until the day she died.  She claimed she “worked” at the only bank in town because she loved the thrill of helping the “people…

  • Attorney’s Advice

    “Every phone call I got from him was bizarre.  Honestly, I got to the point where I just didn’t answer the phone if I didn’t recognize the number because I knew it was him.”  I stared at the attorney begging him to not ask any more questions.  I knew what he wanted to ask and I…

  • Team Player

    “Don’t be afraid to skin your knees. If you get knocked over, just get back up.” My father spoke softly to me as we stared at the field. I would soon be lacing up my soccer shoes to play in my first game. To play in my first game against all boys. My small town…

  • The Junkyard

    Check out my story on the Booked Solid in Santa Fe blog!

  • The Coffee Shop

    The moment I walked into the coffee shop, I knew it was where I would write my bestselling novel. Within twenty minutes, I had heard so much juicy gossip, I knew who, where and when my characters would live, work and who they were married to. I put on headphones so those who were around…

  • Wander Away

    I had always had the tendency to wander away. It drove my parents crazy and I can’t count how many stores where I had to find a security guard or employee to help me back to my parents. As I grew older, I realized I had a desire to get lost, mainly because it allowed…

  • Crossing the Road

    I watched the deer cross the road and wondered if they would mind if I followed them home.  I was tired of my life and tired of working away the best years of it.  I wanted out and maybe this was my chance.  Abandon this piece of shit Corolla I have and just walk away. …

  • New York City

    “I always knew who I was looking for,” I told the bartender. “I knew he would show up soon enough if I was patient. And now, here he is.”  I gesticulated toward Anthony and the bartender looked quizzically at the barstool next to me. People often had this reaction when I told them about how…

  • The Orphans

    As I stared at the once magnificent building, I wondered about the children who had grown up there. Did they survive? Were they traumatized? Were they leading productive lives? Teachers, doctors and lawyers? Growing up, I had heard the stories about the children who were abandoned on the doorstep of the orphanage. But that’s what…