In those days, between the megacanes, some of us would be sent out into the searing heat to inspect the panels and batten down whatever had broken loose. Something was always broken. Continue reading Yen
Waves beat a tempo on the hull. A steady rhythm that drives back self-doubt, strips away bit by bit at perceptions I once held about my life.
Oars lashed down, I lean back and switch off my headlamp. Continue reading Roz Savage
Alice rarely showed emotion. Tormentors called her Stoneface. She hid the pain inside. Her life passed by one day after another, always the same. She talked to her plants. Alice hated change, wore green.
Dreaming, Alice held her breath. Continue reading Outside Green
His letter had been misplaced. Lost in the system for years. The red-faced mailman delivered it with profuse apologies.
I told him, “It’s not your fault.”
But seeing his handwriting, his name, his yellowed Continue reading Tricky
“Miss Laar took him down to the beach.”
“And where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
Detective Kevi shook his head. “So, she works here?”
“Yes. For three years. One of the caregivers.” Continue reading Vanished
“You know I never go to the beach. It’s always crowded. And bloody crowds suck.”
She was digging in, and my idea was sinking fast. On the other hand, sitting around the apartment again didn’t exactly unsuck. The paint would dry with or without us. Continue reading Weekend Trip
The old dock groaned beneath him, a wooden creature breathing to the pulse of the waves below. Stretched out, he returned to his book during this break in work. The summer sun felt like a hot iron on his back. Continue reading Wharf Rats
The cellphone rang then the TV flashed white, black, white again. Julius glanced up at the TV as his phone rang a second time. Without checking, he lifted it to his ear. Continue reading Waterwalkers
The wind has picked up, casting a bit of a chill in the evening air. I throw another layer on and take a cup of cocoa with me to watch the sunset over the Pacific. The views here in the evenings are more spectacular than the brochure claims. Believe it for it’s true. Continue reading Tide’s Gone Out
This is a revision of a previous post. The revised part is the ending of the story, which I believe fits the spirit of the assignment of Writing 201: Finding Your Key Moment. The previous draft was terse and left much of what Irina was feeling at that point of the story up to the reader’s imagination. In this revision, I have tried to slow down that key moment of the story and convey her feelings more directly. Continue reading Outwitted