Short Tale

And how it became a child's gift — Today Grandma Rose would have been eighty-five. I remember how excited she was with a new spool of yarn and craft supplies I bought for her at Michaels. She'd sit on her vinyl recliner with her pudgy forefinger to her chin, wondering what gift she could make for her grandchildren. …

That’s my….name? — From the very first memory, I can remember as a child, my family called me Junior. I quickly believed that was my first name — because I heard it every day in the mobile home I grew up at in North Carolina (until I was 15). Then when I would…

Fiction — At first, I had little hope. My future was bleak — stuck in a wheelchair at the nursing home and a breathing tube in my nose. The aides fed, bathed, and dressed me like a baby. Life was a series of days that all came together as one bad dream. …

A tale for enjoying aloneness in response to the weekly prompt: Spark — I happened to explore the more peaceful life in the mountains! Up in these mountains, a greener land welcomes me, suddenly my eyes open wide and my dimples curves enhance. …

Business as usual — Three daughters from the Main Line had a wealthy father who was dying. On his deathbed, he finally agreed to write his last will and testament. But he didn’t know which daughter should receive his inheritance. …