Deborah Moran has been a creative writer since she completed her first short story at the age of six. Her interests include literature, journalism, library science, art history, cooking, gardening, horses and dogs. She lives in California.
She Was My Good Friend, Until She Tried To Seduce My Husband
My husband and I met Lorraine* and her sister Chloe* (names changed) through a volunteer arts organization several years ago. They were both physically tiny, perhaps five feet and a hundred pounds, and although they were both in their twenties, physically they looked about fourteen. Their voices were childlike too, high and piping, prone to girlish squeals and nervous, tittering laughter. Indeed, they both seemed so young in manner and appearance that I sometimes forgot that they were adult women with college degrees and jobs. They were terribly enthusiastic once they joined up with our arts group, wanting to be a part of everything and be in every committee.
The Crystal Lines
THE CRYSTAL LINES by Deborah Moran The drawings in the little black notebook were nothing special in my uncle’s estimation, when we found the little book at that rundown cottage’s estate sale in the countryside just beyond Cannes. Uncle Charles worked for an import / export company that frequently bought French flour and dairy products, so he lived half the year in France. He liked family visits so he could speak English with someone.