His crossed arms answered her question before he spoke. “I’m sorry,” he said. “There’s nothing more we can do.” Molly placed her hands palm down on her thighs and rubbed down her legs, then crossed her arms and slid her palms up opposite arms. “Well,” she said. “Well. In the end, it comes to us…
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Fiction Friday: Makeover
Was that her? The image reflected in the window of a real estate office arrested Alison’s forward motion abruptly, and two young honeymooners ploughed right into her, knocking her leather attaché case out of her hand. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said as papers flew everywhere in the hot wind. The boy smiled. “Oh, that’s…
Read MoreThe Drama Next Door
It was 6:20 a.m. on Palm Sunday when I smelled smoke. I sat trapped in my chair by the open window, Michael nursing greedily after sleeping all night, and peered out at fog hovering in the yard. But was it fog? Or was it smoke? It sure smelled like smoke. I knew it wasn’t our…
Read MoreFiction Friday: A Lesson in Schnecken
It was a rainy night in Dusseldorf, but not nearly as stormy as the hotel room Tomas left behind. He pushed past the doorman, ignoring his friendly and unintelligible warning, and stepped out into the darkened streets. The rain beat mercilessly against the pavement. Every passing car splashed miniature tidal waves over the sidewalks. The…
Read MoreFiction Friday: Five Minutes Till Midnight
I’m dancing with the prince when the text message comes in, but I don’t realize it till he’s bent over my hand and helped me into my seat at the table in the corner. “Back in a bit,” he says, his brain clearly already on his next task as the world’s most famous Best Man.…
Read MoreFiction Friday: David
Today’s prompt for Red Writing Hood was to write a conversation that shows us the relationship between two characters–in 300 words. I figured out my concept pretty quickly, but diving in was tricky, with a new character I didn’t really know. In any case, here’s more of the story about Carlo and Alison and their…
Read MoreFiction Friday: The Magic Hour
Hope you’ll enjoy hearing a bit more about Alison and Carlo…. * (Photo credit: KennethMoyle, via Flickr) Eight o’clock has always been the magic hour. Well…always, in that nebulous way that something done once becomes “the way we’ve always done it.” In those years when Jeremy was young enough to go to bed early, but…
Read MoreFiction Friday: The Ridge At Sunrise
Today’s excerpt, a description, comes from my WIP, the story of a woman who marries into a fairy tale, only to have it splinter around her. This scene comes from the opening of the novel, as she is discovering the beauty of her new home. ** Outside, the morning hummed with energy. Nicole tucked her…
Read MoreSatisfied With Where I Am
“I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do…
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Kathleen M. Basi 