By the time Patricia stepped outside into the brisk Virginia air, the leaves were already on fire. She smiled sheepishly at the memories swirling inside her mind and heart. She pulled the crocheted shawl, irregularly shaped from her first attempt at the craft, tighter around her shoulders. Stepping off the wrap-around porch and following theContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: FALLING LEAVES, WARM MEMORIES (A Snippet from a piece written in 2020)”
A little Monday morning motivation for all the writers out there: “You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”–Madeleine L’Engle
Restless souls dance beneath the weight of the earth, which smothers them until their last breath dances to Heaven.
He stood motionless, hiding in the shadows where the light of the flickering street lamp failed to reach. Leaning against one of the many trees lining the street, his figure blended into the darkness. She didn’t notice him. He noticed her. He had always noticed her.
She passed the few houses between hers and the end of the street. Turning the corner, she looked up, noticing the beauty of the early morning sky and how the clouds sat in such a way to remind her of the coast. A slight breeze brushed her skin and left a scent of salt waterContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: THE CHAIR (untitled story start circa 2018)”