Two friends meet at a cupcake café
Using sweet smiles to assure each other –
They’re each okay.
But the smiles begin to wobble, the
Conversation wiggles as each reveal
A grief that is separate yet shared. Continue reading
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Can Both Things Be True? A Titled Story
So, here’s A Funny Story. Life is a lot like a snowflake – each of our experiences is different from another’s.
However, we make it through this many-pronged life by sharing our pains and joys and finding those who say, “I know exactly what you mean.”
How can that be?
Silent Magic with a Twist of Romance
I may be wicked, sitting at a bar a day before Christmas with a priest who’s ten years younger than me, but I’m not going to skedaddle and leave behind the chocolate martini that he just ordered. (Didn’t See It Coming).
Besides, Thomas is looking at me quizzically, as if he has a question but is afraid to ask.
Me? I’d like to ask him where his church is located. Oh, and I’d also like to ask him if he has a brother, because strike me down, but I find this priest quite attractive. Continue reading
Didn’t See It Coming . . .
“I didn’t see it coming,” I said to Thomas.
I didn’t know Thomas. Well, not well. I’d just met him 35 minutes ago when I entered the bar. Alone. For the first time in my 54 years of life.
“You didn’t see what coming?” Thomas asked. Continue reading
Can You Hear the Suspense?
As Gregory and I raced our final mile, the sun rose, and I saw the shifting shadow.
“Huh,” I said. Gregory ignored me, outpacing me by a stride and allowing sweat to drop into his hooded brown eyes.
I used to love running this last surge before my body stopped, heart pounding, blood coursing through my veins. I’d pretend I was flying, feet off the ground, hair swinging behind me, legs like a panther.
But with Gregory joining me on these early morning runs now, there was always this competition thing going on. No conversation, no smiles and kisses before we warmed up and began a leisurely mile before the steadier second and third one. Just a serious, straight-ahead, running-is-my-life stride. Continue reading
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