FF: It’s The Little Things

Click the Frog to add your voice. I know what it’s like to lose someone. It’s that moment when you pick up the phone to ask your dad for stupid advice you would have ignored when you were younger. Or, you want to go for a walk, but the person you really want to walk […]

FF: Meet You There

CLICK FROG FOR ADMISSION Meet me at Coney Island, the one that never closes or dies. We will eat corn dogs and ride all the rides. I will win every prize. No. That’s not right. It wouldn’t be fun to win or to lose forever. I press my fingers against the wood coffin, and a […]

FF: Still. Waiting.

This week’s photo: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Every morning in spring, Evelyn kisses him goodbye – until the day a freak squall drags him away into the sea. Ten years go by. Evelyn sits by the window. Sensing her absence, her husband wakes, waiting for her, still. Turning away from the window with resignation thick as […]

Letter 2 – Loneliness

Dear God, There are two things that really bother me right now: writing and loneliness. It’s hard feeling so very alone like all the time. I know what you’re going to say: Foxes have dens, et cetera, but … so many of my fellow believers have their places, their tribes. They get titles and positions. […]

Widow Dies Alone

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr CLICK ZE FROG, S’IL  VOUS PLAIT When they found her, she wore a white wedding dress, the last remains of a memory. Amanda McKinnon, age 90, used to give out candy to all the kids in the neighborhood. In exchange, all she ever asked was polite conversation and company. Then, the […]

Friday Fictioneers: Sometimes

PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum get the InLinkz code I’ve been away from Friday Fictioneers for a while. Life has been crazy. Just finished up my first week at new job. (I survived!) And have a closing for my new house scheduled for next week. So I’m finally starting to feel like, okay, my life […]

J – Just Kidding

Here is my entry for Day 11 of the A-Z Challenge. J – Just Kidding I was only kidding, we whispered, too little, too late after her funeral, over her grave. So young, only sixteen, beautiful, vivacious & perhaps too free in her affections. Months afterward, I used to lay awake at night, wondering if […]

Friday Fictioneers: Time Wounds all Heals

Photo prompt by: B.W. Beacham My response to the weekly writing prompt at Friday Fictioneers. An InLinkz Link-up. Time Wounds All Heals Genre: Contemporary Fiction, General In and out, the waves work to erase all trace of the flood, of the road, of the place where his wife, his beloved Yoko once stood. No one […]