C. H. Richard
I work as a social worker at a local non-profit agency. I love my job but my passion is and has always been writing. I am particularly drawn to writing fiction that has relatable storylines which hopefully keep readers engaged
Whistling for My Ship
Looking out at the horizon, Jana stared to see if any type of vessel was approaching or sailing away. She opened up the wax paper that had held a chocolate glazed donut and shook her head after she took a bite. "Oh dad, this is pure sugar," she mumbled to herself as she sat crossed legged on the beach wall. She tucked the donut, which was her dads favorite, back into the paper and looked again at the ocean.
Under the Corner Streetlamp
Celia looked down at the text on her phone from her older sister as she was strolling to her café in downtown Portsmouth, New Hampshire. She carefully moved along over the cobblestone sidewalks keeping her face mask up while trying to answer her sister. She knew it was not safe to walk and text, but hell nothing was safe these days. The bag of groceries she was carrying was becoming heavy as the plastic was pulling on her wrist. Monica, her sister, was debating whether to get the vaccine as she was in the next round of eligibility. Celia’s brother in-law, Monica’s husband, was against the vaccine but her sister, always undecided, wanted Celia’s opinion. “Up to you” was Celia’s ambivalent reply as she put the key into the door of her café which had been closed for two months. She was not trying to sound indifferent, but she was so done with this whole pandemic, and the life that was now this “new normal!” She sent Monica a smiley emoji and texted “Got to go!”
The Drive Up North
Gina “Seriously Gina, c’mon can you hit the gas?” “We are going to get stuck in the middle of no man’s land up here!” This was Devon, my boyfriend screaming in my ear as we were driving that day. He had wanted to go for a drive, told me it would be an adventure. We left my house about ten in the morning when the weather was mild, and the sun was out. Going to see the mountains in New Hampshire on the first weekend of March. Ski season was coming to an end and the spring hikers would not be coming for a couple of weeks. It seemed liked a perfect day to get away, smoke weed and have that adventure. At nineteen every day seemed like it could be an adventure, however, this day turned out to be something that would change our lives forever. Of course, Leo was with us. Leo was always with us. He was Devon’s best friend, his connection for pot and he usually had money which Devon was usually lacking since he had gotten fired from every job he had since leaving high school.