The moss was thick, a pillow, a carpet. It coated the ground in plush velvet patches. She curled on one, hugging herself against the chill. He would not look here. He thought she feared death. Death whispered in the cypress. She wondered if her mother had found some peace here. She reached a hand up … Continue reading Gravestone Moss
Flash Fiction Friday
Fresh
I was going through some old notes and found a 100 Word Story that I wrote several months ago. The photo prompt was of a burnt electrical socket - ***** She signed papers and left the lawyer's office as a single homeowner with a key. If nothing else, it drew a line between the old … Continue reading Fresh
100 Word Story: Bus
The bus driver called into the rain “hop on!” The Army sergeant climbed in and started toward an open seat in back. From the front seat, a man with a brown hat stood. “Take this one, soldier. You need it.” The soldier nodded and sat. The other occupant of that front seat looked out the … Continue reading 100 Word Story: Bus
Avoidance
Another short story competition got me moving on as I wait for NaNoWriMo to begin. This one was for the "Horror" section of Scribophile. The photo prompt was this. Here's what I did with it: LeeAnn found the trailhead easily, despite the vague directions from the nervous hotel clerk. He had been very upset to … Continue reading Avoidance
C. S. Rambo 