The Losing Side of Things

Cora Nichols slumped in a burgundy-colored sofa, her arms a shield of defiance at her chest, and glared at her family. How could they laugh and talk with one another? She had a mind to go over and slap each and everyone, show them what grieving a loved one truly looked like. Even the funeral…

Self-Striping

Julia lounged on a lime-green couch with white pillows embroidered with little pink flowers. She hummed and knitted.

A Visit from Strangers

An older woman, with graying hair at her temples, hands me a cup of coffee. “Let it cool. It’s still too hot,” the woman says. I don’t know who she is, but I’m not going to listen to the likes of her. I take a sip and burn my tongue. Maybe the strange woman was…

Piercing and Wicked

CRACK! I jolted upward and listened. What was that? Adrenaline roared through my veins. My heart pounded in my chest. I strained my ears and held my breath. A large whitetail deer sprang from the dense forest. I jumped, falling over into the thick underbrush. I sighed relief once I saw what scared me. The…

Coming Together Again

Rain pelts the ground, driving river streaks down my face and neck, and chills my bones; my thin wool jacket soaks through. I should hurry home, but my feet stay leaden on the mountain road—another couple of miles to go. The roadside abounds with fat huckleberries, and I toss a handful in my mouth. The…

Daffodil’s Lost Vigil

She sat on the couch, cigarette between her index and middle fingers, with her long, bare legs crossed, and wrote. Smoke filled her lungs then the living room as she exhaled. Her black-ink pen flitted across the unlined paper like butterflies in a field of cosmos. Brief moments of pause tipped her green eyes to…