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Memories In A Box
Wendy is in her home cleaning the attic when she comes upon an old treasure box. She opens the treasure box and finds an old heart shape box.Wendy takes out the heart shape box, looks at it, takes it down stairs and shows it to her mother.Julie, Wendy's mother looks at the heart shape box and realizes the box belongs to her mother.Julie twww.onedoor.ccells Wendy "The box belongs to Grandma Rose.""How do you know it belongs to Grandma?""I found the box. I opened it and saw the pictures."Wendy puts the box on the table and asks her mother if she can open it.Julie nods, but not before telling Wendy to call her...
An Evening with a Writer Without a Plan
“Fly by the Seat of Your Pants and Write a Story Without a Plan.” - ReedsyReedsy, you don’t know what you are asking me to do. I don’t know what I am doing, which is a definite drawback to good writing. With no plan, I am like James Dean in “Rebel Without a Cause,” running around and getting into trouble.Well, you asked for it. Just remember, this was not my idea.The problem with flying by the seat of my pants and writing a story without a plan is I don’t know what to write about. It’s not that there is a lack of subjects. There are plenty of topics – too many of them. I will go through t...
Animals Eating
The Key West terminal was a white and teal block building. And if not for the planes, it could’ve be mistaken for an HVAC repair shop.The day was humid. There was no tarmac or tunnel, so Ray and I carried our bags across the hot concrete and entered the small, air-conditioned refuge to wait on more bags. The inside was more of the same, a scene from a smuggler film. We got our things and walked out the front. Cars lined the curb and people scurried to get a lift into town. Faces from the plane looked different in the sun, in action. There was the older couple from Boston and the girl with the ...
Just Breathe.
“Jesus, if I knew the weather would be so bad, I wouldn’t have agreed to come out tonight,” Johnny murmured to himself as he grabbed his wet fedora hat from the passenger side of his Model T Ford. He walked toward the distant sound of laughter and jazz that hummed beneath the tattering rain until he saw rose pink lights that read, Big Easy Cuisine, shining against the blackened New Orleans sky. Women with fancy fur coats and short black dresses scuttled in, followed by men with dark blazers and matching scarf ties. As he walked toward the door, he felt his heartbeat quicken as the music and l...