Debra races home, ready for a martini, a bowlful of nuts, and a good book. She’s halfway through that suspense she picked up two weeks ago. What’s the title? Ah, Strangers in the Dark.
As Debra’s Toyota slides into the driveway of her home (well, she muses, not really her home), she notices that neighbor Eugene’s car is not in its usual space near the front walk of his split level. Continue reading
When I saw him standing there, I was transported immediately to Yesterday.
Somewhere on Penny Lane where blackbirds sing, I fell in love with him. I promised to be true, just as he asked, even though I was just 17 and not yet a paperback writer.
Now, in a vast concert hall where everyone was twisting and shouting, my best friend, Eleanor Rigby, began to scream. Continue reading
May I rest on my laurels a little here? It’s still summer . . . the season to be outside inhaling the ocean air, embracing every sunset, following the sunflowers, laughing with the hummingbirds, basking in the sun.
And, to sit on a laurel or two. Continue reading
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As a tattoo artist, Jilly had met many “unusual” people, but this particular repeat customer was the most unique.
Jilly shivered as the tall lean woman floated through the parlor door and sank immediately into Jilly’s “design” chair.
“Hi!” Jilly greeted with a nervous wave of her hand. Usually blunt and confident, Jilly’s demeanor changed when this client appeared weekly.
Jilly began again: “This is your 13th appointment.” Continue reading
“What’s for breakfast?” my son asks. He’s visiting from California thanks to a Boston business trip.
“Malevolent . Ensorcell. Palatable.”
Sean watches me pour the words into my cereal bowl. “Are you adding milk to that?” he wonders out loud.
“I like my words dry,” I respond.
My sophisticated adult son sits down with a thud. The look in his gray-green eyes changes from amusement to concern in seconds. Continue reading
