I rolled the tiny glass vial slowly between my thumb and forefinger. I wondered whose lips the rose-colored serum would cross…there was only enough for one person’s truth besides my own. What did I want to know? My lover’s intentions? No. Those were better revealed in another manner. Maybe the better question was who did I… Continue reading Extracting the truth
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Day Eighteen – First Person POV
This is like, totally nuts. I mean, who ever thought Auntie P would ever get kicked out of her house? I mean, you’d think people would cut her a little slack since Uncle P died. That’s so scary! What if WE got kicked out of OUR house? Where would we go? Damn, I hope we… Continue reading Day Eighteen – First Person POV
An assignment on brevity – Writing 101 Day Five
I was not the only one who discovered this rare spot of solitude along the crowded path – perfect for meditation, and clearly letter writing. As I bent down to pick up the folded page, I felt just a little bit guilty – these words were not meant for me, I was sure. But just… Continue reading An assignment on brevity – Writing 101 Day Five