Tales from the Old Country – Part 3

Every year when I was a child my Father’s family of origin would gather together on Christmas Day to celebrate. Part of our celebration always included a retelling of Papa’s (my paternal grandfather) coming to America. As a child, my *Fambly’s Story made its mark on me, especially since I never knew any of my…

Homecoming – Part 3

100 words: Kelsey gazed between branches at Jim’s gaunt features. She remembered the first time she ever laid eyes on him. She remembered everything. Their journey had more twists than the limbs holding her. She wondered why Grant had brought her here, now. Why this prison? Tentatively, she reached a hand through curving trunks. Jim…

Homecoming, Part 2

Last week’s entry had a few people asking me for more of the story brewing in my head. Thankfully, this week’s incredible photo prompt gave me just what I needed. Rochelle, I love your eye for photography! Friday Fictioneers – March 21 101 Words Kelsey woke with a start back in the dilapidated brownstone on…

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Effectively Ageless

Originally posted on rarasaur:
Pre-edited photo by Jon Phillips In my youth, in a hospital bed, I became one with the ticking progression of the universe. I was flesh to flesh with Time, tangled in her limbs.  I was centimeters away from her soft but final edges.  Near death.  Effectively dead.  Balanced precariously. Every part…

Homecoming

100 words: As a child, the wooden bridge leading into the cranberry bog had seemed endless. Kelsey stood looking down the expanse from her porch now, wondering if she’d made the right decision. Her doubts fled when she saw Grant running towards her from the dock. “Look what I found, Mommy – treasure,” his high-pitched…

50th Birthday

The suitcase I took with me to my sister’s funeral still sits in a corner of my bedroom. It’s not because I haven’t thought about putting it away a hundred times. When I was in VA my brother-in-law encouraged me to pick out some of my sister’s clothes to take. I knew it was silly…