The Joys of Aging

With a grimace, she examined her right eye.  You couldn’t tell that it had a floater in it. It was an irritating problem which doesn’t completely go away.  Oh, the joys of aging. 33 Words I wrote this story for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.

My Inspiration/Span #writephoto

Over a span of twenty years, I’ve come to love this picturesque village where my darling wife grew up.  Even after she died, it never occurred to me to move back to London.  This peaceful place continues to enthral me.  My favorite spot by the river is where I find inspiration for my writing. 54…

Gone/Open #writephoto

  Gone are the carefree days Of running down open hallways. They’re just memories now.     14 Words I wrote this story for the #writephoto Prompt – Open at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo and for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.

Ornery Stanley’s Lunch

“Stanley, he’s not deaf.  He just doesn’t understand what you’re saying.” “I thought more people here spoke English.  What’s the good of running a restaurant when you can’t understand what your customers are saying?” “We’re in Rome.  Some of the locals speak English and some don’t.  That’s why I brought this translation dictionary to help…

Barney Strikes Out

“So, how is married life treating you?” Barney asked Stella and was rewarded with a glacial look. “I’m divorced,” she informed him coldly before getting up. Barney shrugged.  He got up and went to pour himself some punch.  His stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. “Hi, Barney.” “Hi, Connie.  Congratulations!” “For…

Rescued/Choices #writephoto

When I opened my eyes, I realize that I’m propped up against the tree with the hole at the base of its trunk.  Puzzled, I look around.  How did I get here?  The last thing I remembered was pounding on the door of that shack with the moss covered roof and crying for help.  And…

Ornery Stanley Tries to Iron Things Out

“Why is it that every time you’ve to do the ironing, you fix me a cup of tea and I’ve to sit here until you’re finished?” “I hate ironing and your being here helps to pass the time quickly.” Stanley preferred to read his newspaper or watch the News or anything but sit there while…

Anya’s Dream

“Anya, what do you want to be when you’re older?” “A pianist.” “A pianist?” “Yes.” “What about a teacher or a doctor? “No, I want to be a pianist.” “Why?” “I want to play for people.” “You can be a teacher or a doctor and still play the piano in your spare time.” “No, I…

Marrying For Love/Choices #writephoto

I married for love.  My husband was the love of my life.  The only problem was he loved someone else.  When I was in my early twenties, I met two brothers–Jack, an outgoing, lovely man and his brother, Adam, who was very handsome and very charming.  Jack fell in love with me but I fell…

My Firstborn/Yearning #writephoto

As I watch the tide ebb and flow, I think of you.  I wonder where you and what you look like.  I wonder if you resemble me or if you’re a splitting image of your father.  He and I were both sixteen when you came along.  I wanted to keep you but I couldn’t.  My…