grab and go
In the beginning there were thirty of us, maybe more. We crawled over top of each another, vying for space, our battles reduced to clubbing as our pinchers were tied and bound. There was no room to roam for a loner like me. I missed the frigid waters of Nova Scotia. Back when I had... Continue Reading →
We’re in the dairy section, on the hunt for banana yogurt because it’s the only one my child will eat. The child spinning out a new spell when someone blocks my view. The lady’s eyes crinkle with concern. She nods at my daughter. “Why would you let her dress that way?” “Huh? Oh.” I turn,... Continue Reading →
Lily says my dream girl is a total snob. She says Stacey Peaks doesn’t know I exist. I disagree. I mean, yeah, I might only exist in the way a piece of furniture exists in the corner of a room--something to take up space in the backdrop to Stacey’s life--but hey, I'm there. Stacey sits... Continue Reading →
I was in a rush, cutting through the lighting section at Home Depot when I saw her. Through the chandeliers and flushed mounts, the recessed fixtures casting a cozy glow to her cheeks, she saw me and smiled. I quickly forgot where I was or what I was doing. I nearly took out a box... Continue Reading →
It rained on Thanksgiving. A cold, driving rain that turned everything dark by three o'clock. Uncle Jim said it didn't much matter to him, he'd planned on sitting on the couch and watching the game either way. He wasn't lying, neither, he stayed put even after we ate when I offered to help Mom clean... Continue Reading →
I took the dare. Always. No matter what the stakes or the consequences, I sucked it up and dared myself to walk. Anything to escape the truth. It was quiet. No traffic or people or runaway thoughts. Only my footsteps, as I crossed, stopping every ten or twelve steps to wait for the approaching hum... Continue Reading →
The knocking was swift, sharp, and not entirely unexpected. Sandra Donningham opened the door to find a handsome, clean shaven man with piercing brown eyes. “Good afternoon, Ma’am. Sorry to disturb you.” Sandra smiled at the man’s precise accent. The careful consideration to pronounce syllables. She couldn’t help parroting his crisp pronunciation. “It’s no problem.... Continue Reading →
“Think about what you’re doing, Lilith.” “It’s all I’ve thought about, Mom.” “You’re throwing everything away. Everything your father and I have worked for.” “What my father has worked for. Mom, I’ve never completed a service.” “You will, darling. It will come.” Mom turned, her robe billowing as she gazed out the windows, to the... Continue Reading →
Lunch Break Fiction 