The question formed in her mind but she forced herself not to ask it. She kept her head tilted down, eyes closed, panic racing her heart . He didn’t slam the kitchen door to make his point - he closed it gently. His heavy boots kicked up small stones in the driveway as he strode away. She pushed the chair away from the table, went to the sink, and searched through the dirty dishes for the sharpest knife.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Special Five Sentence Fiction: Jubilant
Kern stared forward, the disconnected phone shaking in her hand, the caller’s words repeating and repeating in her head. She heard keys fumbling, the front door scraping against the hallway tiles, then hurried footsteps making their way to the living room. “What’s wrong – you look positively stricken”. Kern turned to the people she loved most in the world, meeting their concerned gazes with the beginning of a smile so heartfelt she was quite certain it would never leave her. “The final edits were approved - my novel goes into print tomorrow.”
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Christmas present for @oddparticle on the Twitter.
Christmas present for @oddparticle on the Twitter.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Five Sentence Fiction - Poison
Staring in the mirror, she understood why he had taunted her with "black and blue". Her purple cheek continued to swell, pulling and distorting the right side of her face. She touched the cool wash cloth to her eye, jerking as the material stung her red hot skin. Downstairs, glasses shattered as they hit the hardwood, bottles rang as they fell together. Then silence - frightening silence.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Five Sentence Fiction - Nineteen
Rae steadied the umbrella above her then tilted it to hold back the dark sideways rain. She hurried across the parking lot but got to the corner only in time to see the #19 pulling away from the bus stop. Annoyed, she slumped down onto the wooden bench in the shelter to wait out the next twenty minutes. Staring into inky puddles, listening to the streetlights hum, Rae thought about how much she hated working at that crappy store. Distracted, she didn’t notice immediately that someone stood behind, but feeling uneasy, she turned slowly to her right just as the sudden blast of light cracked the silence.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Five Sentence Fiction - Secrets
“Swear? Pinkie swear?” Bobbie wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but, even at 6 years old, she understood what Heather needed to hear. “Pinkie swear” Bobbie said solemnly. The two friends crawled out of their hiding place behind the shed at the end of the yard,and gripping each other’s hand, walked slowly back towards the darkened house.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
long weekend thoughts...
I don't know how professional writers do it. I've thunk many an interesting thought over the past week but it has taken me forever to put keyboard to screen. I'm more than slightly worried that the thoughts which seemed so pertinent, relevant and just plain witty will now seem old hat, old news, and old yawn. This blog entry may have already passed its sell by date.
Ah well, as I have my freshly made cup of coffee and several extra hours on this lovely long weekend, I might as well get started.
Last weekend I was caught up, like many Canadians, in the shock and emotion surrounding Jack Layton's passing. I was surprised at the reverence and solemnity that met news of his death. It seemed to me that people were thinking of how rare it is to have a public figure who actually keeps true to his beliefs throughout the stages of a political career. It felt like the outpouring of grief (or what might be termed grief in this situation) was a reflection of how rare it is for a politician to "say what he means and means what he says". I know the gay community, particularly in Toronto, wanted to ensure they paid their respects to him - and I was very moved to see how quickly they did so. Then again, I learned many years ago that the gay and lesbian people of my generation, and a bit older, know how to honour the work of activists who have passed on. Unfortunately, they HAD to learn how to do it. What I didn't understand in all that happened over the past weeks, and I still don't, was why Christine Blatchford felt compelled to write, right away, in words dripping with sarcasm and hostility, about how Mr. Layton wasn't worthy of the widespread reverance and how basically anyone who saw any value in the public letter, distributed shortly before he died, should be considered an utter idiot and sycophant. I don't disagree that Ms. Blatchford can write anything she wants using any words she chooses. I do though heartily disagree with her message and I absolutely abhor the timing of her dissecting column. Canadians coming together to remember what can be right in the world, to show respect, and to say thank you, for someone whose life's work was to make his community a better place to live for EVERYONE? I think, Ms. Blatchford, that your meanspirited words say much more about you than they do about us.
On a much much lighter note, I have witnessed the end of summer over the past few days as the breeze is cooling down the sun early in the day and early in the evening. I can't deny that although I love the autumn season, I have really really enjoyed the warmth of August. It is so much easier to be happy when its sunny. This has probably been obvious to almost everyone but me! Still, as I said on twitter, I hope I remember the yellow sun of summer once the gray rain of winter is upon us.
Finally, a little rant about a recent purchase that has kept me pondering - well pondering off and on...
Why are there tweezers that cost $30.? More to the point, why are there tweezers that cost $7 then $15 then 23 then 30? And who's the person who can discern way far in advance the level of tweezing ability they will require? Why don't tweezer manufacturers make one type that just works really well? Does it take a long time for a tweezer grinder to sharpen a $7 tweezer into a $30 tweezer? If you know that the $7 version is crappy then why make it? Why have a gullible consumer purchase a $7 tweezer because, good gawd, only people with more money than brains are going to pay $30 for a tweezer, and then have Ms. Gullible Consumer find that the $7 tweezer doesn't work...it was a ruse, a wily subterfuge ...and that to really pluck her eyebrows she will have to invest in a higher priced tweezer...but still with no valid explanation as to what the differences are and perhaps the $15 one will do or even the $23 one but now, once burned, she feels slightly inclined to, yet annoyed towards, purchasing the $30 version. But she won't. So everytime she uses the $7 tweezer, she curses the person (and all their kin) who owns the company who makes the tweezers.
Ah well, my cup of coffee is cold and I have to go make a new one. Have to? Yes, that's exactly what I said. I may be in my apartment but I'm still "going for coffee".
Ah well, as I have my freshly made cup of coffee and several extra hours on this lovely long weekend, I might as well get started.
Last weekend I was caught up, like many Canadians, in the shock and emotion surrounding Jack Layton's passing. I was surprised at the reverence and solemnity that met news of his death. It seemed to me that people were thinking of how rare it is to have a public figure who actually keeps true to his beliefs throughout the stages of a political career. It felt like the outpouring of grief (or what might be termed grief in this situation) was a reflection of how rare it is for a politician to "say what he means and means what he says". I know the gay community, particularly in Toronto, wanted to ensure they paid their respects to him - and I was very moved to see how quickly they did so. Then again, I learned many years ago that the gay and lesbian people of my generation, and a bit older, know how to honour the work of activists who have passed on. Unfortunately, they HAD to learn how to do it. What I didn't understand in all that happened over the past weeks, and I still don't, was why Christine Blatchford felt compelled to write, right away, in words dripping with sarcasm and hostility, about how Mr. Layton wasn't worthy of the widespread reverance and how basically anyone who saw any value in the public letter, distributed shortly before he died, should be considered an utter idiot and sycophant. I don't disagree that Ms. Blatchford can write anything she wants using any words she chooses. I do though heartily disagree with her message and I absolutely abhor the timing of her dissecting column. Canadians coming together to remember what can be right in the world, to show respect, and to say thank you, for someone whose life's work was to make his community a better place to live for EVERYONE? I think, Ms. Blatchford, that your meanspirited words say much more about you than they do about us.
On a much much lighter note, I have witnessed the end of summer over the past few days as the breeze is cooling down the sun early in the day and early in the evening. I can't deny that although I love the autumn season, I have really really enjoyed the warmth of August. It is so much easier to be happy when its sunny. This has probably been obvious to almost everyone but me! Still, as I said on twitter, I hope I remember the yellow sun of summer once the gray rain of winter is upon us.
Finally, a little rant about a recent purchase that has kept me pondering - well pondering off and on...
Why are there tweezers that cost $30.? More to the point, why are there tweezers that cost $7 then $15 then 23 then 30? And who's the person who can discern way far in advance the level of tweezing ability they will require? Why don't tweezer manufacturers make one type that just works really well? Does it take a long time for a tweezer grinder to sharpen a $7 tweezer into a $30 tweezer? If you know that the $7 version is crappy then why make it? Why have a gullible consumer purchase a $7 tweezer because, good gawd, only people with more money than brains are going to pay $30 for a tweezer, and then have Ms. Gullible Consumer find that the $7 tweezer doesn't work...it was a ruse, a wily subterfuge ...and that to really pluck her eyebrows she will have to invest in a higher priced tweezer...but still with no valid explanation as to what the differences are and perhaps the $15 one will do or even the $23 one but now, once burned, she feels slightly inclined to, yet annoyed towards, purchasing the $30 version. But she won't. So everytime she uses the $7 tweezer, she curses the person (and all their kin) who owns the company who makes the tweezers.
Ah well, my cup of coffee is cold and I have to go make a new one. Have to? Yes, that's exactly what I said. I may be in my apartment but I'm still "going for coffee".
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