A Certain Calling_An Old Sort of Library_Next Door Neighbor_Cape May
Catalog Guide:
A Certain Calling
He was going to be an artist, that much was certain.More specifically, he was going to be a potter. It was his Calling. He had it all planned out — there was a class opening at the community center next week which would serve as the jumpstart to his career. He had already spent countless, screen-lit hours sifting through videos of wheel-throwing and reviews of clays and kilns, glazes and tools. He had tapped in the numbers of three overdrawn credit cards, and now the corner of his living room played host to an array of glossy new equipment. Before a small stool stood a mustard-colored potter’s...
An Old Sort of Library
There was a stirring on the far end of the building, and Miss Naila wasn’t having it. Naila understood the variation in response that people had for the collection, but she would not have disrespect of the halls. So now at attention, she went about finding the source. As it turned out it was a pair of children, one bold, one meek. The meek one shivered at her appearance, which Miss Naila felt was good manners. “What is it that has you in this little Din?” The meek one cowwww.onedoor.ccered, as the Bold one said, “what’s it to you?” “I’m the librarian, that’s my role.” “A librarian? Ain’t that like being a c...
Next Door Neighbor
Note: This story alludes to possible physical violence, domestic violence, and/ or death/ murder, but does not actually describe scenes including this content in the prose. “Glo. You spend so much time leaning on that windowsill, you look like a cat… Ha, ha, ha… Like an orange tabby, to match your hair… Ha, ha, ha.” “Oh, stop it, Ed. You know how much I hate cats with my allergies.”“Maybe we should get you one of those fancy cat tree contraptions. You know… The ones with the different levels and the hidey holes and such. The soft carpet… I used to like to touch those whenever I was at the pet ...
Cape May
“Houston, we have a problem.”William smiled at Stacy as he watched her splash around while directing her float over to the dock. It was good to see her smile, even in response to his lame comment. He handed her a plastic cup of wine."Did you know that Captain Kidd pillaged these very waters in the late 17th century?" William asked, as he watched her lounge. She wore a big floppy hat and sunscreen on her nose.She nodded back and smiled. "Well, you look like a pirate. Birds of a feather . . ."William Bern had met Stacy Mills at the home of a mutual friend. At first, the friend warned him away fr...