memories of youth, she leans on, a cane that hobbles and holds. A faded photo, yellowed, her face puckers in whispers repeated into creases around her lips. this strange land she now calls home, loveless, childless. counting the treasures of her life. broken vows and unkept promises litter her bed. her mind had raged but…
Category: Serial Addiction — Your Weekly Read
Oblivion — Week Three
The conclusion of Oblivion. (Continued from last week.) Day 3: December 20, 2012 10 AM Sinclair dried off and tossed the towel to the floor before checking his phone. Are you coming? Sinclair tossed the phone on the bed and dressed. Two places he had called would not rent to him because he was under…
Thanksgiving — a poem
Up too early, I fought all day tears, that demanded to flow. Your presence is heavy, though you are ethereal, past touching, holding. You have passed on somewhere new. We are left giving thanks for hollow things. Managing to make a child laugh, eat turkey and pie. Unable to reminisce, even whisper your…
Oblivion — Week Two
Day 2: December 19th, 2012 7 PM The odd duality associated with adulthood in your twenties occurred to Sinclair as he exited the plane in San Francisco. Though fully an adult in legal terms, Sinclair speculated, in societal terms, he was nothing more than a juvenile delinquent. He felt eyes lingering across him as he…
Serial Addiction: Introduction
I have loved the written word since I learned to write the alphabet, and I have been telling stories ever sense. The posts here are a continuing serial fiction story updated once a week. I hope you enjoy those that I share here. The first story will appear Nov. 12, 2012.
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