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FFfAW: Prized Possessions

Rosie picked up two small felt dolls. They looked old and worn. “Hey, Ma,” she called, “I’m gonna throw out these ornaments.” She looked down at them, the boy wore a faded green cap and the girl was dressed in red, with remnants of brown hair. Her mother entered the room from the kitchen. “Your father and I … Continue reading

FFfAW: By the Cairn Marker

 After hiking 8 miles up to the cairn marker she stopped and looked at me expectantly. The sunlight radiated around her curves. She kept making direct eye contact as she handed me a sandwich. I said I couldn’t wait to get her back to the cabin. “Anything else,” she asked.  I smirked. Turns out she was expecting a … Continue reading

FFfAW: We Used to Walk Together

FFfAW: We Used to Walk Together

 We used to walk together under cloudless blue skies. Up the hill in the morning, we’d go to the mountain top admiring the myrtle in bloom. In the afternoons, we’d go down the path to the beach. I’d pick primroses on the way home. Today, I walked the paths alone deriving little pleasure from them. The … Continue reading

WTH Wordpress?

Is anyone having issues with comments and with pictures that won’t post and have gone missing? This is so frustrating and time consuming. Please stand by while I figure this out…

FFfAW: After the Deluge

Many built a giant boat and sailed away. But a few stayed behind, huddled in trees.  When the deluge receded they alit and began anew. They were people of different colors and different ideas; once of different means. Now, they were all starting from the same place. They built homes, fished, built a fire and ate. … Continue reading

FFfAW: A Girl Named Chess

My name is Chess. It’s an unusual name so I’ll tell you how I got it. One day, my brother Sid, stopped to play a game of chess with a nice man. My brother is a real good chess player; even when he was five. Arnie, the nice man, was a good oppenent. Arnie was a  good opponent, … Continue reading

FFfAW: Skeleton in the Closet

Maizy looked bored. Shopping at Ikea wasn’t very exciting for a teenager. I just wanted to get her out of the house. She seemed so gloomy and had put on a bit of weight since I last saw her.  Mom’s death had hit us all hard. Yet, instead of uniting, we went our separate ways. Me to the … Continue reading


Edit: I seem to have clicked the PRESS THIS box on Emilio Pasquale’s site. You should really click the link as the photo is glorious. The above image is in response to the challenge that The Girl That Dreams Awake posts every Monday. I look forward to them. All I can add to this shot … Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: I’m Just Waiting on My Son

Her words came on a gust of wind: “I’ve sent a hundred texts! Come pick me up NOW so we can get to Aunt Sue’s in St. Pete’s!” “Ma – there’s no gas in the car,” Josh rolled  his eyes wondering what the big deal was this time. “Josh, they said this storm will kill people. Get in the car..” As … Continue reading