Log date March 15 0700 hours. My nerves are raw. My anxiety at peak. I did not enter any REM sleep last night. All I could do is glare at the ceiling for the clock to strike. Waiting for the alien invasion we’ve expected for sometime is unnerving. We’ve prepared. We’ve trained. But I don’tContinue reading “One Ides of March”
Category Archives: women’s fiction
The First Ladies
Author note: The unnamed First Lady is completely fictional and does not portray any real person. The last year has been a whirlwind. Roaming all over the country in a different town nearly every day meeting people, then the election. I wasn’t ready for this. I’m still not. Now I’m sitting here in a aContinue reading “The First Ladies”
A Whole New World
Caroline sat in front of her picture window with a steaming cup of coffee gazing out in the glowing amber ball of the morning sun rising as if it were ascending for the first time. The last eight hours much like the prior two months and even past 30 years had been a nightmare. PrisonedContinue reading “A Whole New World”
Brace For Impact
In southwest Florida bridges are an unfortunate bain of existence. With a myriad of waterways monikered with a variety of names like bays, gulfs, oceans, channels, canals and lakes, the boats which traverse these often conflict with the roads, motorists and straight lines, thus resulting in what I like to call scary bridges. And inContinue reading “Brace For Impact”
The Gamble
It was as if they were statues all standing still… no one talking or laughing, just holding up their cards and sizing each other up. It was the tensest poker game of her life. Inside she was sweating bullets. For most of the game, luck was not her lady and the cards favored others. StaringContinue reading “The Gamble”
Work To Live
Work was frantic in Stephanie’s real estate office. On one line she was talking a buyer with cold feet off the edge while on the other lines she had an attorney and another agent on the phone about problems with other pending deals. And in front of her, an assistant holding bunches of files tryingContinue reading “Work To Live”
Cheating Time
I keep having this reoccurring dream that I’m running down an empty street. It’s darker than a midnight where the dim shadow of a sliver blue moon and the intermittent blink of a couple faulty streetlights cast cruel lonely silhouettes. All I can hear is the haunting echo of my kitten-heeled slingbacks against the pavementContinue reading “Cheating Time”
Mira filled another empty cardboard box, labeled it clothes and heaped it on the lowest pile among a forest of stacks. For a week, she had been cleaning out the home of a lonely woman who passed away without any family or friends. Boxing up the kitchenware, clothing and personal belongings of this mystery woman,Continue reading
White Picket Fence
Sandy was tired of her world. Drudging to the overworked menial office job she hated left her little time for a life. And more and more her friends peeled off after getting married and having kids, leaving her alone on her hellish daily treadmill. The nightmare of dating became an endless game of Duck, Duck, Goose. She’d meet someone at work, in lineContinue reading “White Picket Fence”
Unhappily Ever After
You may be familiar with my story. I was a poor orphan forced into servitude, and then, with a twist of fate, fell in love with a prince to live happily ever after. That was the real story. The authors embellished it with fanciful inventions of fairy godmothers and pumpkins turning into carriages. That wasContinue reading “Unhappily Ever After”
