Return

Amy walked into the store, her handbag hanging from her shoulder and another bag dangling from her right hand.

“I want to return this.” She placed the package on the counter. … More Return

The Voice Within

I’d rather not ignore my intuition, for every time I did so in the past, the consequences were rather unpleasant.   Yet, there were times when I heard the voice so clearly, I knew deep inside that nothing good could transpire from dismissing it.  But I did dismiss it, against my better judgment, because other voices … More The Voice Within

Fiction Monday 315

Welcome to the three hundred and fifteenth edition of Fiction Monday.

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.” — Mary Oliver, When Death Comes … More Fiction Monday 315