Hello! My day job is spent working as an engineer, I am a mom of 6, avid reader and part-time creator.
The Importance of Communication
The bench overlooked the water, it was late enough at night that most of the pedestrians had gone home. I sat and watched the waves break against the wall as I tried to wipe my tears with my sleeve. The suffocating humidity of the day was finally lifted and I felt like I could breathe again.
Guardian of the Sun
I woke before my alarm, before the sun. Outside my window, the world was covered in white. It was untouched, early enough that there were no tracks anywhere.
The Mines of Obaeratus
The scanner was silent as the miner stood between its metal bars. The clerks watched the round device on the side, noting the miner’s name and designation in their paper log. He held his breath until, at last, the small green light was illuminated. The miner sagged as he exhaled and exited the scanner.
Iain’s bunk was three of eight, room 297 on the eighty-first deck of the great ship, The Patroller. There were four beds on each side of the room with enough space for two crewpersons to stand shoulder to shoulder between them. A sink and toilet occupied the far wall. The rooms were practical, not intended for privacy.
The Problem With the Marigolds
Quentin arrived just two minutes before the meeting was scheduled to start. He hated being that guy. He’d grown up with a mom who was always late for everything, the world revolved around her as she’d manifest herself into whatever ninth circle she was into. Quentin respected meeting start times. He prided himself on punctuality. He was mocked relentlessly for arriving at airports over two hours before his scheduled flight time. To him, it just felt like common sense.
The Right Fork
I sat in the small waiting room, fulfilling its purpose. The colours were muted, dull pastels intended to maintain calm. The clock on the wall read five past the hour, or five minutes into my appointment.
The Bone Forks
“I’ll share a secret with you,” the voice whispered. “Ooh, we love secrets!” another raspy voice answered. “Yes, tell us! Tell us the secret!” even more voices responded from somewhere behind me.
One Last Visit to the Farm
“I can’t believe the old barn is still standing,” remarked my sister as we exited the car. Our great-grandfather built that barn, its foundation had weathered generations of storms.