J..W. Waterhouse. / 1900
It happened at the dark of morning, when the sky turned from black to pewter to soft tangerine.
She rose from the surf, waterlogged, the seaweed and starfish whispering her name.
Sassas ignored their entreaties to return.
Once a sea creature, she’d long ago left that life, not of her own choosing at first, but now Sassas was comfortable on two feet connected to two tall long legs. Continue reading
Nina climbed aboard the Acela, holding her overnight bag as well as the floral valise the stranger handed her before he took off in a rush. (At the Station)
She didn’t gasp until she sat down and opened the small case.
Why? Why now? Nina wondered as she stared at the photo inside the bag.
Nina stood on one foot, and then the other. The train was three minutes late. She could not afford to miss one second of the project meeting in New York.
Knowing that the regular train sometimes got stuck at some godforsaken station on the way, she purchased a ticket for the more expensive high-speed Acela, which gave her an hour fudge time.
Peering at the watch on her wrist, she figured she now only had 55 minutes of fudge time. Continue reading
Alyson jumped over the wall. But I knew better.
Carefully, I unlatched the lock at the nearby gate.
“Decidedly easier,” I mumbled to myself. Even though Alyson was lying on the ground moaning, I kept walking. Frankly, my best friend was a bit of an actress, and I’d learned over the years to ignore her drama.
Gathering courage, I set my shoulders back and forged ahead. Continue reading
When Dirk handed it to her, Joyce didn’t know whether to scream or cry.
“Happy Valentine’s,” he said, with a sweet smile on his face.
They’d only been dating two months, but both of them had felt a strong connection, a sense that this romance could lead to something more than kisses and cozy strolls along the Charles River.
But now, this: a soft warm fuzzy gray scarf. Joyce held it out with her index finger and thumb. Continue reading