I was twelve the first time I saw the music man. He was sitting on the curb outside a dive bar in downtown Miami, guitar slung over his shoulder, a few loose bills and change stuffed in a red Solo cup at his side. Mother…
The quiet in the used car lot was broken by the squealing hinge on the door of a 1951 Ford Country Squire station wagon. A tall man, too old to be called young but not yet middle-aged, folded his body into the front seat. His…
Part 2 of 2 of a short story I wrote a few years ago and dusted off for this month’s “In Another World” post. You can read Part 1 here. The fire had dimmed to a few glowing embers, so I eased away from Samuel,…
Here’s part 1 of 2 of a story I wrote a few years ago and dusted off for this month’s “From Another World” post. Part 2 of the story will post tomorrow! I’d always been told that falling off a cliff would kill you. That’s…
I examined my image one more time in my full-length mirror. Neatly coifed hair. Pressed, collared shirt and business jacket. Straight pencil skirt and run-free pantyhose. Pretty, but professional heels. I added a layer of carefully applied, dark red lip stick for a finishing touch.…