As she walked around the curve in the road, she slowed, dragging her feet through the gravel and dust. She could handle it, she thought, the note weighting down her backpack. How would they react? She knew if she could just explain first, they would understand why she had to do it. She HAD to…
I hear the shuffle of steps below but can’t make out the quiet conversation. It is too late or maybe too early for visitors.I slip out my window and look over the porch rail, but it is too dark with the streetlights shot out in the alley.I’m not supposed to be out on the porch…
She pulled against Mom’s hand as they walked down the street, eager to reach their destination. She had seen the sign as they drove by to setup their camp on the beach. The store had been there every year, but never open when they were in town for their yearly vacation. Her mom had finally…
You can barely see him on the other side of the glass, shoulders hunched over the bench, tools close at hand Each movement carefully planned as he selects a tool, and with hammer starts the pattern The children look on, wanting to help but knowing with this project it is time to be quiet and…
Friday Fictioneers 8-28-2020 He could see the flames dancing from the top of the hill but could not hear the crackle and pop of the fire. He was not sure if it was the house or the barn. He ran quickly, lungs burning as hot as the fire ahead. As he got closer, he could…