Opening her eyes, Maura was immediately assaulted by the blinding sun. “Damn! I meant to close those blinds before I went to sleep.” Her first Saturday off in weeks, and after dropping Bill off at the airport last night, she was looking forward to sleeping in.
Wait…something was off. Her bedroom did not face directly East. The sun should not be that strong. How late had she slept? Looking at her ...
At 50 years old, I had never ridden a bicycle. I was able to get away with it as a kid because of a chaotic childhood, and as an adult, my social circle drove cars. “I rode my bike” meant someone had taken out the Harley.
But here I was at 55, about to learn to ride a bike. I’d managed to avoid it for 5 years. I’m still trying to figure out how I made friends with a bunch of beyond middle aged bi...
She was so tired. Walking up the stairs, she was dragging her legs. This day had been so stressful and overwhelming. She didn’t even know what it was. She just went nonstop from the minute she got out of bed. Breakfast for the kids, dressed, out the door, work all day. Today the kids went to their father overnight, so she went right from job one to job two, where she stood on her feet for four hou...
He stood at the window watching the sunrise. The colors began to pinch through the horizon, and he sighed as he turned back toward the bed. Watching her sleep, his heart weighed heavy with what he was going to do. Bit he had no choice. He loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And that could only be possible if he told her who he was.
Everyone has secrets. Bad childhoods, ...
You know. You know the minute you get home. In fact, if you really want to be honest about it, you know the minute they choose you.
And yet, here she was again, sitting in the car, for what might be the 10th or 12th time in her life. Looking over to her right, she sees the sad, droopy face of one of her best friends. Although he’s always given her a problem going to the doctor, today, it’s as if ...
I should have listened. I always told him that eventually, the boy who cried wolf would see a wolf, but no one would believe him. After years of microchips and alien brainwaves and subversive government plots, no one listened to my brother anymore. And now, he was gone.
He had called me several times over the past few days, but work was overwhelming, and I just didn’t have time to listen to his i...
