Good morning! I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to invite all of you for coffee until today, the last day of Labor Day weekend,
Category: Flash Fiction
The Tokens – #writephoto
Walking through the woods on the day of the autumn equinox, she found them. Tokens lying at the foot of a tree. Arranged in a
Endless Hope
The sound of the water lapping against the shore. It soothes my cares away. Endless peace. Endless hope.
The Old Home Place
I look in the old hand-held mirror that I’ve stuck up on the wall. I glance quickly behind me, wondering if my mother is behind
Hope and the Crescent Moon – #writephoto
“Maybe the crescent moon is a hopeful sign,” she said to him. They were sitting on their porch looking off at the crescent moon hanging
Trump and Voter Suppression
After reading a number of news sources, I’m left wondering what the current President of the United States has to do to get thrown out
