I got to play last night.
...maybe it's something I always do, the counting.
He'd been driving at least an hour to get to my house. He'd told me before he left that he'd want a shower upon arrival, so I responded that I'd wait to take mine with him. He also usually wanted a drink, and sometimes a smoke. And at some point, we were going to have… Continue reading What’s next?
I remember the first time I became aware of her. I was sent to her classroom with a note from another teacher. I'd stepped in just as she was quieting down her students after some sort of disruption, and she turned her head as I opened the door with her big, almost accusatory eyes piercing… Continue reading Ms. Hardy’s 6th Grade Class
It's not surprising that he's crept into my thoughts more during the past week. I learned how to Christmas with him in my life. Doesn't help that google likes to remind me what happened "on this day" X years ago. Anything more than 3 years usually includes memories of the time that my label was… Continue reading Can you help me? (Or: Why I’ll never allow a television in my bedroom again)
When a challenge is presented, one either elects to accept or reject it. Should one accept said challenge, one should fulfill said objective to the best of her ability. Which brings me to this point, crafting one hundred words via text while in a hot, bubble filled tub as suggested by he whose suggestions are… Continue reading Bathtub Drabble
Someone over on FetLife created a November Dribble/Drabble challenge. A drabble is a story made up of exactly 100 words (title not included in this version of the challenge). A dribble is exactly half that - a story set in 50 words. The challenge is to complete either one drabble a day or one dribble… Continue reading November Dribbles: Perfect Circle