You never know what you are going to find in someone’s junk drawer, I guess. Dad had misplaced his reading glasses—as an avid reader, this was a major catastrophe for him— and so I had come over to help search his apartment. It wasn’t a big place, so I figured it couldn’t take all that long. Continue reading Hidden Moments
He drew the blinds open to peer out the picture window. There had been a thump outside. What could have made such a noise?
The glare was bright and stung his old eyes, beating him back a pace. A shaking hand slowly rose to block out the pain.
Watery eyes reacted, pupils contracted. A goldfinch bounced on a branch in the breeze.
Such an amazing little creature. It sang, happy and free. He listened.
A nagging ensued. It was the arthritis in shriveled knees. Stupid bird. What was he doing here? He shuffled away, back to the old dusty desk. Continue reading Old Dusty Desk
“How about another shot of whiskey?”
“Sure. I don’t have to be in until one tomorrow.”
“I got tomorrow off.”
“Don’t even start with me. You know I hate working Saturdays.”
“Yeah, don’t I.” Continue reading Late Night Cards
I sat on the bed and watched Sophie pack her backpack. Library books, crayons, headphones, coloring books, chewing gum, a necklace, and more essential items for the family vacation. Hoping. I watched silently as she bounced about her room, so full of excited energy that she glowed. Continue reading Falling
I sit in the shattered gable of the dark abandoned house. I am hungry, hunting. The moon is a bright crescent in the cloudless sky, providing me ample light. Patience is my watchword. I have chosen new grounds tonight. Slowly I turn my head watching for movement. Continue reading Something New
The bookstore was tucked into an alley. An inconspicuous place and a challenge for a tourist, he thought. Yet, the location did provide a certain ambiance of discovery. Continue reading Something Borrowed
The winds of the sandstorm had howled and screamed for days so loudly that his ears were still ringing. Throughout, the storm had been all consuming black, suffocating the sun completely. Their only light had been the stash of candles. Continue reading Something Old
Inside, a warm yellow light flickered across the tiled floor. He dried the plate with the old dish towel. Out the kitchen window, the black threatening clouds of the cold front edged across the sky. A storm was coming. Continue reading Something Blue
“When I said that I liked a good cliffhanger, I didn’t mean a house!” he said to his realty agent. Continue reading Cliffhanger
A swift creek ran past the farm, disappeared into the forest. My morning chore was filling a battered wooden bucket with water cool and clear. I carried it back to my host’s tiny rural house. Trudging along the slope, I watched the gray smoke snake out of the chimney into the damp morning air. Continue reading Hosting a Shoot