B.B. Potter
Bio
A non-fiction writer crossing over to fiction, trying to walk a fine line between the two.
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Stories (16/0)
Sweet Remembrances of a Simpler Time
"I could run like the wind and ride my bike like there was no tomorrow. Oh, I loved to ride my bike." Matilda smiled, brown eyes twinkling under lavender plastic-rimmed glasses and cotton-white hair as she remembered herself as a young girl in the 1930s. Quickly I looked for something to write with, something to write on. When she started out this way, there would be a story erupting soon. If not a cogent story, then wisps of memories - names, places, events - that I could weave together later through both gentle urging and more pointed questions. This was family history, and she was the last of that generation to tell it.
By B.B. Potter3 years ago in Fiction
The Way Home is Longer When There's a Bull Behind the Wall
"It's a bull!" Logan shouted, eyes wide and wild. I couldn't believe it! We had moved out of the city that summer. As I was in fourth grade and responsible, Mommy said I was in charge of walking him home from school, since he was just a first grader and we didn't have any friends yet. That long, horrible walk, uphill both ways, through wind and snow and whatever else would face us in this new world of California suburbia. Maybe an earthquake or a wildfire. But, a bull?
By B.B. Potter3 years ago in Fiction
The Walk Home is Longer When There's a Bull Behind the Wall
"It's a bull!" Logan shouted, eyes wide and wild. I couldn't believe it! We had moved out of the city that summer. As I was in fourth grade and responsible, Mommy said I was in charge of walking him home from school, since he was just a first grader and we didn't have any friends yet. That long, horrible walk, uphill both ways, through wind and snow and whatever else would face us in this new world of California suburbia. Maybe an earthquake or a wildfire. But, a bull?
By B.B. Potter3 years ago in Fiction
Comfort Craft for the Pandemic
It was just about a year ago, right around my birthday. The year was 2020, we were in the midst of the coronavirus pandemic. With the state lockdown and stay at home order, there could be no big party, no restaurant celebration, no visit with childhood friends. Hey friends, Sarah and Rachael, might you join me, Beth, in trying something new? Let's have a Zoom chat, just for fun!
By B.B. Potter3 years ago in Humans