Alistera swallowed down the bile that scorched the back of her throat.
“Do you mind if I open the window?”
Geoff raised an eyebrow, but didn’t take his eyes off the road. Alistera took it as assent, flicking thumb and index finger in a complicated gesture. The glass resisted for a moment, as if sensing her weakness, then melted away. She gulped, hoping the fresh air would stave off the nausea. Continue reading
Happy Mothers’ Day!
Today, my creep loving friends at Tales From the Moonlit Path aren’t serving up mimosas for brunch. However, there is a bit of “Cake” — a sweet and slightly eerie taste of flash fiction by yours truly.
Feel free to drop me a note and tell me what you thought. And while you are there, take some time to savor the other stories in their Demented Mothers’ Day edition. It’s a pleasure to once again be included on the Moonlit Path!
Very exciting to announce that I managed to nab second place in the first 2019 session of The Writer’s Workout’s Writer’s Games. This competition consists of 5 weeks of intense writing challenges. Each week (plus one practice event) the participants have 72 hours to harness an idea, write, edit/polish, and submit a piece of short fiction inspired by the provided prompt.
Two of my five submissions will be published in the Games’ anthology. Stay tuned later in the year to find out how you can get a copy!
So there I was, minding my own business, not bothering anyone. The front door and all the porch windows were flung wide, being one of those rare autumn days where New England had forgotten that Old Man Winter was lurking ‘round the corner. Continue reading