The Big Lie

The little Yew took root on a hillside. The soil was rich and loamy. The rain was plentiful and soft. The sunshine bright and warm.

One day the Crow landed on the

Kansas Girl

God, family, farm, prairie, wheat, big sky, harvest: these are some of the things that have shaped me. I have been walking in the wheat, my thoughts for company, as I turn to watch my father and brother running the combine over the field. The wheat is being harvested of course. It is that

Home on the Sea

One of the things that my mom and dad had in common was their love of the ocean. It always seemed natural to me; but, as I

The Rains of Springtime

I never told you this before, but you will no doubt remember it well. Remember that day at the park? Yes, the spring, the rain, the wet shoes. I told you then that it was to get out of

Game of Groans

One phenomena or trend that stands out to me as awesome in every conceivable way is the Disney Channel Effect on young children. I mean, doesn’t everyone want a cheeky little five

Mind Reader

She’s perky and obviously, overly caffeinated. She doesn’t know I am a secretly a mind reader. She’s wearing the green apron and it’s slam time. She’s frantic, but adapted to her predicament. Her hair is streaked at least four colors, three not naturally occurring, though it’s up in a bun and harder to count them all that way. I’ll have to tune the

At the Fence

Photo prompt

This prompt is from Friday Fictioneers.

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October mornings in western Washington are foggy, wet affairs. Today was no different as I pulled on my boots and rain gear and took Bella, my loyal black lab, for our morning walk. Low clouds oozed over the wetlands. I let Bella decide our path, as I usually do. She headed down the hill, barking, tail beating furiously, enthusiasm uncontained and on display to anyone truly listening. I followed her down to the fence. Stopping, I soaked up the beauty. The fence. A simple man-made barrier, easily overcome. A metaphor. Obstacles of the mind to cross, relationships to be mended.

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Elevators: What Goes Up and Down, Alex

We were poor then, as I am poor now, alone. Everything else stayed in Vegas.

Invisibility

I remember that night I found you in my garage, sitting on dad’s old rickety wooden chair, sobbing, alone, hiding. A thousand times since I’ve asked myself what I could have said or done differently. Best friends forever. That’s what we promised each other. It came late to me, yet I realize now that forever for me will be haunted. Your cries, your anguish. My begging you to tell me what was wrong. My failure.

Go

The shortest road to failure is never taking the first step.