What can YOU say in six sentences?
“It was different in those days, you know? It was an honor, not a crime, to let your child to work in the factory, and if he wanted to leave (unlikely as that would ever be) there were a thousand other children in line waiting for the chance to work in that gorgeous place.”
“Of course it was an emotional moment, the day I cast the tie-breaking vote that began the ‘One World’ policy, and I knew in my bones it was right. Perhaps I cast my vote not as President of the former United…Continue
Billy introduced himself this morning, and then made it perfectly clear he’d rather speak to the real Mother Nature--the one that knows what she’s doing. He stopped me in the driveway on my way to the car, my mind halfway to work already and looking forward to the cruise on heavy metal rails. I stopped and looked at Billy, my wiry little pine with twigs planted on his narrow gray hips, glaring at me with soft green needles and said, “You got a problem?”
“You know, if you were any kind…Continue
I usually step over stuff like this, but I hadda hit the John and when I walked past it on my way back up the hall (not stubbing my toe like I usually do and waking Marge because this time I remembered to turn on the hall light) I stopped and picked it up, the book, the fallen book in front of Lisa's bedroom, the one that said "Fury" on the cover and, well, you know me, can't pass up a chance to fury about something. I lifted the book and opened it to page one like I've seen Lisa do and…Continue
Doug's day was far from over, and he tried to distance himself from negative thoughts about the long drive home and what would probably be another exhausting night coping with his wife's dark mood. He braced himself mentally: all he had to do was drive home, eat dinner and go to bed to end his day safely.
Sure, when he got home he found his wife on the floor of the bedroom with the vacuum hose coiled around her body like a grey python. Sure, her face was a rictus of mirth, teeth…Continue
The musty porch was cluttered with winter's unused blankets and clothes, newspapers for wrapping who knows what down the road, dolls with eyes closed since the day their daughters left them behind for men with wheels. Great Aunt Gert and her niece slumped post-roast-beef style on the long, crackly couch taking turns rocking it on flawlessly, unsqueaky tracks. Great Aunt Gert was tired, very tired after a long, humid week, but she was happy to receive her niece before she departed for big…Continue