Cleo Lamb always greeted you with a smile and a bubbly hello. She always came with a helping hand and words of encouragement. Then one day all of a sudden it changed. There were no smiles, no more bubbly hellos or helping hands or words of encouragement. Nothing. It was if the Cleo Lamb we knew ceased to exist.
Rumors started to swirl about who the real Read More…
Mary woke to a migraine and something gently brushing her leg. When she looked down she saw it was Addy. Mary gently stroked her hair. She touched Jay’s arm and whispered ‘Jay’. He woke with a start.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s eight o’clock. You’re supposed to be at Sammy’s at eight-thirty.”
Addy rustled, but didn’t wake when Jay jumped out of bed. He grabbed his phone, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.
“It didn’t work Read More…
Jeremy never liked his job, but it was what was expected. He went into the office – his father’s office – day after day and read off test results and delivered bad news to those unsuspecting victims. ‘Hi Mr. or Mrs. so-n-so, I have your results.’ He’d flip through two or three pages of the chart before looking or rather looking through Mr. or Mrs. so-n-so.
Then he would say in his calm, soothing, monotone voice, ‘I’m sorry, but. . .’ He never quite understood why he used ‘but’ instead of ‘however’. However was just as good he thought. Or better yet why not start with the positive diagnosis. Probably because there rarely was a positive.
How do you put a positive on telling someone
I had to regroup. After rereading some of the posts, I didn’t like the way my original theme was turning out. Hope you enjoy and as always feel free to comment and leave constructive criticism.
Andrew rocked back and forth on the sofa, wringing his hands and shaking his head. He stopped rocking and wringing and shaking long enough to say, “It’s not over.” Nobody knew what he meant, but mom said if Andrew said it – whatever it was wasn’t over.
Mom knew and could relate to Andrew better than anybody. Dad wanted to have him institutionalized, but mom wouldn’t hear of it.
“They’re going to do it right this time,” Andrew said. Read More…
Hi all! So it has begun Blogging from A to Z. I’m a little behind, but not to worry I’ll be caught by Monday. Just in case you’re new here. I’m writing 26 short stories (500 words or less) for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. You can read my theme reveal here.
I hope you enjoy them and as always please feel free to share your thoughts.
Abigail Morton. What can one say about Ms. Abigail Morton? She was mean. She was spiteful. She was hateful. Indeed she was all of these things and much more, but in spite of them she was the kindest person you’d ever meet. She took care . . . took pride in what she did for others. Abigail
Alright we are winding down the A to Z Challenge week and I’m actually fairly happy about it. Not because this has not been a lot of fun but because I have things I need to catch up on.
I’m not going to write a short story on this because as I was going over the song lyrics these three lines resonated with me on a personally level. So, I’m going to let this speak for itself.
Everybody wants me to be
What they want me to be
I’m not happy when I try to fake it!
And in the immortal words of Dr. Seuss
Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.