surface dust

Love letter

He wondered if putting his feelings into writing would help her understand. All the self-help books told him that it should. Pounce covered the top half of the parchment, a fine dusting to prevent smudging. He dipped the pen nib into a crystal inkwell, contemplating his next line. She would read his words, see the…

blue ice

A whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on

Teeth-chattering, goose-pimply, words dropping like ice cubes from trembling lips, cold. Not cold, nervous energy, enough to air condition a third-world, desert country. Normally a well-maintained professional, whenever he’s around, I turn into a quivering jellyfish. I can’t speak without stammering or walk without stumbling over a piece of lint on the carpet. I must…

broken grave ledger marker

The Rising

Dr. Zeiss was outside to greet me when I arrived at Bayside Pavilion. He held the door as he welcomed me inside. His affable manner caused no concern for Gram’s well-being. There must be some fiscal project he wanted my help with, perhaps a bright and sunny atrium, named in Gram’s honor, of course. It…

lights at slow speed

Lightning flash

All sound and light narrowed to a pin point. Voices were tinny and distant, raucous laughter canned and artificial. I felt like I was moving in slow motion while every one around me carried on at double speed. My tunnel vision focused on the couple across the room. As if a spot light shone on…

dried flowers

Winter flowers

The further I walked down the old access road, the more dilapidated the asphalt became. Tombstone-sized chunks broke off the shoulders, and deep, gaping cracks stretched like spiderwebs across the abandoned drive. At the drop-off where the blacktop finally ended, the expansive beach was reclaiming its territory. Swirls of sand, tiny dust devils of fine,…

junker

Drives her crazy

The long drop to her driver’s seat jarred her teeth. In the lower position, her eyes were level with the top of the steering wheel, her knees brushed the bottom of the wheel. It shouldn’t have surprised her, since her husband drove her car the day before. Grabbing the seat’s adjustment lever, she yanked on…

Sand dollar

On the right path

Agatha remained huddled beneath the rugs with Duncan, afraid to even breathe. Straining to hear whether the guard had companions, Agatha dared to lift a corner to look out into the open tent. Duncan stayed her hand, laying a finger against his lips. He scooted backward away from her, slowly uncovering his head. Looking around…