Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...

“Mom, don’t watch me, not even a little bit,” my four year old told me when I peeked in to see her staring at the high kitchen cupboards. I walked away, but kept an ear open, listening to sounds of a chair being pushed across the room, followed by clattering dishes.

“Don’t come in,” she called and I heard the refrigerator door open and close.

After a few quiet minutes punctuated by an uh oh and an oops, I thought it best to investigate.

Cupboard doors were left wide open, a larg… Continue

Free period was spent in an empty classroom working on the school newspaper - just the five of us chatting and arranging the layout over cans of soda and stale donuts.

On a run to the office for more scotch tape I heard the juciest piece of news and knew that bringing this tidbit back to my pals would make me a star.

I hurried, without running in the halls, heart pumping, huge grin, mind working overtime to make this story as entertaining as possible.

When I reached the classroom I flung open… Continue

The wind howled and moaned about the house in such a way that, for an instant, I thought the tumult inside of me had escaped and was unleashing its woes upon the world. When I arrived home from the day’s labour, I had discovered pinned to my door a paper, rattling against the worn oak. It was a notice from the town that my house was scheduled for destruction at noon one week from the day of this missive and that I was to make some other arrangements for my lodging. I went directly to my parlour… Continue

It won't be long before I come back inside. It's too cold out there anyway. Neither of us meant the things that were said, so let's just forget them for now. Put on some music and turn it down low. I like the feeling of your arms around me. I'll let you drag me around this old, scarred floor until we're back where we started.

The street was littered with leaves of all colours, nature’s confetti. Some, newly shed, floated to the ground, twirling on the breeze. Others whirled across the sidewalk, swept by the wind into a frenzied waltz. My attention was drawn to the canopy above; some leaves like golden coins, others red like cardinal feathers, all of them whispering, whispering. I should have kept my eyes on the brown leaves, dry and grounded. Perhaps then I would have seen the open manhole.