Who still says that? Jessica can’t believe he just said that. Right now? Jess hasn’t watched TV in ages; she overhears everyone going on about the current rage of butlers, British wit and fantasy worlds that straddle past and future. Jess wishes for a way to straddle present and future, Read more
Keely isn’t going to tell but she wants everyone to know. But they must know, they must be able to see it. Can’t they? Isn’t there a visible change? She imagined a new hue to her aura. Keely didn’t really talk in terms of auras but she remembered seeing that Read more
Connie is in the back of the walk-in closet in the spare bedroom when she hears the dull echo of the back door forced open and then quietly click closed. There is only one other person who knows the lock is faulty and that even though the knob does not Read more
It was parked taking up two spots. Theresa took an extra long inhale through her pinched nostrils and continued creeping up the block looking for a spot. Only her idiot sister would park her already oversized Tahoe so selfishly on a street where parking was so dear. Bitch. No, Theresa, Read more
Francine’s problem was indecisiveness. And a touch of ADHD. Pablo had accused her of being incapable of commitment, which was cruel. Francine was plenty capable of commitment, thank you very much, she just committed too much, constantly. She was fully committed, her commitments were simply short-lived. When Francine was growing Read more
Bethany hates sharing her birthday with her sister. They don’t have a great relationship and it will never change. They have little in common, and other than being twins they are completely unlike. They do not have shared psychic experiences. Bethany wishes she was an only child, which is what Read more
I can grow anything. It’s a gift. I inherited it from my nonna. She could grow anything on the windowsill of her St. Clair W. kitchen. All year long fresh herbs were on hand, and her tomatoes were better than anything Aunt Nancy grew on her double lot in Woodbridge. Read more
She watches as his hazel eyes open only halfway behind the curtain of curls. Sometime in the night he padded down the hall from his room and wormed his way between them again. An elbow in the ribs preceded the buzz of the alarm. “What’s up buddy?” “My brain hurts, Read more