Stories
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Windflowers, Chapter Six
“The menu is planned in the morning,” Melinda told me as she preceded me through the vast kitchen. Enticing aromas punctuated the air: cinnamon and other spices, simmering roast, freshly-baked bread. I savored the smells, my imagination sparking as to what delicious meals I could plan. “The cook requires time to prepare the dinner courses, Continue reading
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Night Birds
Oriente handled an old silk dress carefully in white cotton gloves, the disposable kind that fitted loosely over her fingers. Her heavy round glasses were perched on the end of her nose, her hair carefully wound to the top of her head to prevent escaping strands, though half had fallen hours ago and she had Continue reading
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The Navarres
It was so hot that I felt like my skin would catch fire. I hadn’t felt so hot in a long time. This choking, wet heat of Louisiana cannot be found anywhere as far north as Oklahoma. Cicadas rasped around us so loudly I could not hear myself think. It was an otherworldly feeling, trampling Continue reading
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Demeter Scents for My Stories
I could make Demeter scents for each of my stories. Each story would have very specific scents. Maybe not buy the actual Demeter scents, just pretend. I realized if I wore Dust and Honey together, I would have the scent of my story “The Beekeeper,” which led to this thought exercise. “The Shrine” Dandelion Strawberries Continue reading
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Dolly Meet-Up
It looks like everyone in the world is going to a doll meet-up tomorrow. I’m looking at all my Livejournal friends’ entries. I would be sulking just like I was last weekend over missing the Irish Festival again if I weren’t going to one too. Oh, and I am. I have Ophelia, Shelley and Johnny Continue reading
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“Angels”
I am really excited that my interactive fiction story “Angels” did not disappear. The site it’s on is now located at Infinite Story. Continue reading
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“Oh, Roger.” Margaret pressed her hand to her chest. “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t.” His voice was sharp, his expression forbidding. “Don’t say anything like that to me about the matter. I’m very happy for Katherine.” She reached out to touch his hand, feeling sad at the stabbing pain in his eyes. “Then I am too, of Continue reading
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The bronze gorilla
When she was a girl she had gone there once, wading amidst waist-high weeds and picking through the brambles to get to the old cottage. She remembered it. Prior to that, she had found a key in a drawer in an old dresser box in the spare room of her house and had speculated endlessly about Continue reading
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The Idea of Order at Key West
Wallace Stevens She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. The sea was not Continue reading
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“You must let me go,” she said. She pulled the cloak more tightly around her shoulders and shivered. “I cannot do that,” he growled through the glass, his features contorted. She knew he felt as cold and dreadful as she did. She touched the glass as though to reach the features of his face, which Continue reading
Sunlight-Colored Roses 