Diane Poole
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Ageless
Stories (4/0)
Martha's Pears
Martha was old and Deedee was ignorant of the most important things. Deedee had shown up in her kitchen uninvited, a little rag-tag bit of a very white young woman. Martha wondered who had brought her. She looked out the window at several young men waiting for the fish head soup to be served. The girl had no manners. She sat on the countertop that stretched along the back wall. Did she not know counters were for food prep, not dirty Levi's? She had to be told to sit in the nearby chair.
By Diane Poole3 years ago in Earth
The Locket
She found it in a muddy ditch. The sun caught the metal and shined just enough for her to notice. She bent and retrieved her treasure. This world was no place for girls or women. She wore men's cloths with her breasts bound flat against her. Safer. She was a thief, and a good one at that.
By Diane Poole3 years ago in Fiction
MOM
Living with mental illness before times of acceptance, my Mom struggled. It wasn't as if we all knew what was going on. It was a big secret that she'd disappear and I'd spend a few nights at Emily's house. I was about eight when I learned the truth. My Mom was suicidal. Great.
By Diane Poole3 years ago in Families