From Journals Past
On her way to work she quietly hummed “It’s a little bit funny” under her breath, and all throughout the day, when she was alone or far enough away from anyone else to hear. Elton John’s “Your Song” suited her mid-range voice perfectly. She related to it instantly the very first time she heard it: […]
She confesses to herself that she is drawn to Bryant’s smile and blue eyes and the golden kiss of his skin and his hands, with slender fingers, always in motion when he speaks. He is beautiful – she has never been in a serious relationship with anyone so beautiful before. It seems like a miracle, […]
This is the sadness of lost things, she thinks as she stares in the mirror at herself. You don’t recognize them when you finally find them.
Today, even though the sun shines warm and there are vanilla ice cream clouds floating by overhead, is not a good day emotionally for Mandy. She woke up angry, and now, hurrying to meet Carol for lunch, she’s angry still. Mandy feels afraid of this anger; how it seems to be omnipresent, while she’s fine […]
Hilary stood in the shadows of the unfamiliar kitchen trying to remember where the light switch was located. Street lamps bled into the room enough for her to make out the fridge on the right-hand wall, the counter beside it, and the kitchen table with its four red padded chairs pushed up underneath the window […]