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.…
She sat on the empty merry-go-round, her skinny legs hanging off the edge with sneaker-clad feet trailing through the flattened path of wood chips below. Every now and then, she pushed the toe of her shoe more firmly against the ground and set herself slowly…
The room was set for tea. Two place settings of white china with pale pink roses waited for the diners, one on each end of the long, mahogany table. Polished cutlery sat beside the delicate cups and saucers. A vase of freshly cut red roses…
They sat in the same room, but they lived a hundred miles apart. The woman was in her rocking chair, which slowly creaked back and forth. Her fingers moved busily as her knitting needles made steady clicking sounds. The man, sitting in his recliner, held…
It was the angry blaring of a car’s horn and the squealing slam of the same car’s brakes as it came sliding to a stop mere inches from me that broke through my fog of confusion, anger, and pain. My body leapt sideways of its…