Marie-Helene was trying to understand the words coming out of the blonde woman’s mouth. The perfect white teeth distracted her. Marie-Helene didn’t understand why the woman was thanking her so profusely – it was just a bed. An old lumpy bed that was wider than a single but not spacious enough Read more…
They say you can never go home. Penny had a lot of opinions but didn’t have one about that dictum. Mainly because she didn’t really remember any one place as being home. They changed too often and they never felt homey – getting used to a place only meant she’d Read more…
Her toe is bleeding again. Krissy knows the nail is never going to grow in normal. Miranda had told her back when they joined the corps de ballet that you could get acrylic tips for your toenails but she’s not sure about this. Miranda’s information is always suspect. Krissy is Read more…
Breakfast, 6:30am. Two slices whole grain toast with honey, Early Grey tea with milk, half glass of OJ. Lunch, 12:00pm. Sandwich with lettuce, smoked turkey, tomato and mayo (Lite), water. Dinner, 7pm. Chicken breast grilled with Rosemary, green salad with raspberry vinaigrette, sparkling water with lemon. Dialed Josh’s number but Read more…
Kate didn’t listen to the news. It was literally too depressing. She hadn’t had to take Wellbutrin or Lorazepam since stopping. It was her therapist’s suggestion she take a break from the twenty-four hour news cycle. She resisted at first, worried about appearing ignorant at work or social functions. She Read more…
It was a spa of the future. Tammy had been saving for it since college. There were the requisite super soft cozy robes made from bamboo silk. The sheets were nine thousand thread count hemp fibre. For the few who could afford the elite fees, there were guest rooms bathed Read more…
It may be lacking in physical stature, but the Victory Cup for my win at Tuesday night’s Write Club is already a cherished possession. I am humbled at the overwhelming unanimity of the decision. Chris Graham was a worthy opponent, but winning feels goooood. It feels even better to have Read more…
Sunny puts the money in the envelope and places it on the silver tray. Carmen’s dimpled finger’s slide forward and tip the tray’s contents into the open drawer. She shuts the drawer, clasps her fleshy bejeweled fingers and focuses on Sunny. Sunny meets her gaze trying not to be disconcerted Read more…