The witch’s evil laugh echoes through our living room as I crouch closely next to my mother on the same couch cushion. I sit paralyzed, clinging to her arm, practically sitting on her leg. I can feel my heart beating faster, like it might race right out of my chest, anticipating their arrival on the…
The first time I unpacked a box…
I stand on the step facing the cavernous room full of boxes. Looking down I admire my swollen belly and gently place my hand there as the infant inside moves within me. I already know her name. In my heart we are already mother and daughter. My focus quickly shifts back to the towers of…
He’s Home!
I sit Indian style on the green shag carpet in my bedroom, choosing a pair of shoes for my only brunette Barbie, Samantha. She is secretly my favorite. I even washed her hair the other night with my Mom’s Prell. I hear the familiar voice of Tom Brokaw cascading down the hallway but I cannot…
For Just One Day
I have one eye on my little blondie doing circles in the water, his arms draped over his circular floatie. The toddler clings to my side as we wade in the water, her baby toes digging into my skin through my suit. I feel the sun baking my skin even after applying copious amounts of…
She Was Wrong
This was absolutely the last time I was going to sit in this chair in this oh so familiar position. One arm automatically supporting his little back while feeling the soft cotton of his onesie. The other hand, caressing his silky blond hair. His legs were now too long and his little feet kicked the…
A Day in My Life
It’s morning. Sun comes in through the kitchen windowsRight in my eyesSink full of the dishes I didn’t do last nightMake lunches for schoolPeanut butter, whole grain breadNo jam.Absolutely NO jamJuice box or water Strawberries or grapesGoldfish or carrot sticksCoffee, scrambled eggs, waffles from the freezerMaple Syrup To the gymRun a few milesORplaydateORmorning errandsORmeetingORwhatever else…
Shell Beach
There was noise in the busy restaurant all around me as I opened the box. But I didn’t hear it. My Mother leaned in over the table and said, “He picked it out himself.” I smiled as I examined the silver cross with my fingers and then felt his hand gently on my right shoulder….
Tempting
I can hear it from the other room, I swear it is calling my name. The little, white angel on my left shoulder whispering too, simply saying “no….” The tiny red guy with horns saying in my right ear, “go for it.” My mind, terribly conflicted as the t.v. talks in the background too. So…
The Phone Call
This post is my attempt at fiction, written for the following prompt from The Red Dress Club…“In the middle of the night, you (“you” being the character in my story) get an urgent call from a friend you haven’t talked to in years. Something terrible has happened. What is it and why is he/she calling…
The Sprinkler Out Back
“Mom, can I put on my swimsuit and go run in the sprinkler?” “Sure, I need to water the front anyway.” Doesn’t she need to water the back? Certainly it needs it more. “I wanna go out back though.” “I just watered back there yesterday honey.” Well never mind then. I’m not going out front…