Posts Tagged "fiction"

spanish dream

Posted on Monday, June 11, 2012

spanish dream

He wondered if she’d come to bed anytime soon.  It was midnight and they had to wake early the next day.

“Just a minute,” she said again.  She stared deep into the screen.  The dark room only beamed a small ball of light where she sat.

“Did you know we are in an orange state right now?” she said.

“What does that mean?”

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nana

Posted on Tuesday, May 1, 2012

nana

“How much did he drink?” I asked.  “You know, my Dad.  Was he always a drinker?”  Before she responded, I leaned in closer, sliding my elbow onto the counter and resting my chin on my hand. Nana brushed the damp sponge across the counter, collecting crumbs from the baguette we had eaten for lunch.  She turned her back to me, facing the sink, and turned on the faucet, bringing in noise and distraction to the silent room.

Nana was a woman of silence.  She was as mysterious as her perfectly white carpet that never seemed to have a stain anywhere.  That was the living room carpet. 

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have mercy on me

Posted on Thursday, April 19, 2012

have mercy on me

The carpet was soft, squishy, like jello pudding oozing through my toes.  Not a chocolate pudding, but vanilla.  The carpet was vanilla.  And I danced, danced and sang on my vanilla pudding carpets.  I used to want to be like The Judds – Naomi and Wynonna.  To be together with your Mom forever – that would be the life, I thought.  What would it be like to sit next to your mother, her guitar in one hand, strumming the strings with the other?  Or maybe one hand holding the mic and the other tapping her lap.  Or one hand softly rubbing my back, the other following.  Ah, a mother’s company – what a gift for Wynonna.  For now, my twin sister would have to do.

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