Fit to Print_Not quite as pretty as a picture_Chance of Rain_My Brother's Keeper
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Fit to Print
Fit to Print“Who was on the phone?” Beth asked as Bob.“It was Paul. Sara is leaving him. She connected with an old flame from high school. This guy found her on FaceBook, and just that, like she’s leaving him. She said he’s focusing on her and living life. She said Paul’s taken her for granted too long.”“That’s too bad. I always liked those two, particularly Sara,” Beth said.“You’re not on FaceBook a lot, are you?” Bob said, and Beth saw the mannerism of Bob’s mother in how he asked.“I have an account, but you know, I don’t hang out there,” Beth said.“Good, keep it that way. I don’t need the ...
Not quite as pretty as a picture
If only I could look up at the sky and pinch the sun between my thumb and index finger. Then I could twist it anti-clockwise and dial down the brightness. I could drag it across the sky and banish it behind a cloud. Capturing the right picture in this light was no easy feat. I had to cushion my phone in the sand and set a timer. Then rush into position. Grandma hollered over to me that I looked foolish dashing back and forth, but I was hardly going to entrust her with engineering flattering angles. Now, I have countless photos, but I am still struggling to select the right one. I am lying on m...
Chance of Rain
Nate stared at the sign in front of him. He was still a little early to pick up his son, but he didn’t have time for this. He sat motionless in his beat up Dodge truck for a few minutes. Should he ignore the sign and go through? After all, his truck was a 4 x 4 with a lifted chassis. He could handle a fair amount of water. Or should he back up and go a different direction? And which direction should he go? North to Pitkin, or south to the Wye?The rain had temporarily slowed to a sprinkle, and his windshield wipers were screeching as they dragged across the now nearly dry windshield. Nate reach...
My Brother's Keeper
Melanie Raskin MMRReadme@nc.rr.comMy Brother’s Keeper (2985 words)He imagines the www.onedoor.cc6 as pink with purple polka dots. But, what is pink? And, purple? He doesn’t understand color, has never seen them because he is a black and white model, the Brother HL 2270DW. Aerlion does not see a need for color in her work, which he understands perfectly, because her prose is as dry as Desert iStock Reference Photo 488A Only, dusty and colorless and choking. Sometimes Brother coughs and sputters on the arid taste of her words in print, the taste of lifelessness. But, what is a desert? He has never seen one in...