Writing 101 Day 19 is another free writing day.
I hike. One foot in front of the other. It is a hot day, but surprisingly not that humid. The air is thick with bugs. One buzzes around my ear and I wave a hand to shoo it away. Temporarily. It’ll be back in a few seconds. It is a bug. Continue reading Free Write Day 19
Another hot day is on order for today, I realize as I sit here on the steps of our apartment. Mom left for her early job hours ago, while I was still asleep. I suppose she woke me up on the way out; she usually does — whispers that she is leaving and kisses me on the head as I sleep on the sofa in the family room. But, I don’t remember this morning that clearly to be honest, so I am just guessing. Continue reading Mrs. Pauley’s Eviction
Writing 101 wants us to write about a personal fear using a different style.
Fear rhymes with ear and hangs out with scary who is the brother of Harry, a kid that lived down the street from the house Continue reading Fear
The community library used to be an institution where everyone that lived here could go and borrow books and other materials to read, study, and learn. It is no longer that way. Continue reading Privatized Libraries
“Where did you live when you were twelve, Knovah?” his daughter-protege asked. They were standing on a transparent section of a moving sidewalk which spanned across the trees of the park below. The view below their feet was mostly obscured by the localized shower of rain down in the park. Continue reading Where Twelve
I struggled with coming up with a part 3 for this series challenge. Was this assignment supposed to be public psychotherapy session, venting, tragedy, comedy, or something else? At any rate, I decided to rewrite this post completely.
Continue reading Lost – Part 3
I’m so glad summer has arrived. My grandson seems Continue reading One Day at the Park Bench
She moved slowly, deliberately, cautiously with her husband. His balance was imperfect, there was no rush. Helping others was something inherent to Continue reading An Introduction
Retirement left us with time to go on long walks. The bridge over the James was a particular favorite, a good Continue reading The Letter