Kathryn Labosh
Bio
I have an analogous mind and understand the world by what it reminds me of, like Miss Marple! I'm probably somewhere on the spectrum and have two sons with autism. I am a published author of several autism tip books.
Stories (18/0)
Wife in Waiting
Brandeis “Brandy” St. Pierre was working diligently over her sewing machine. The ocean breezes and the sound of the surf failed to distract her from her task. She was putting the finishing touches on her daughter’s first communion dress. It was a white cotton dress that would breathe in the tropical heat. The bodice had lace and pearls from her own wedding dress. She attached tulle to a satin wrapped hairband adorned with tiny shells that she had gathered on her honeymoon. Finally, she attached a small plastic comb to keep the veil securely fastened to her daughter’s head. If her husband could not be there in person, for Maria Estella’s first communion, evidence of their love would be. After all, she would be getting her first communion in the same church where she and John had been married.
By Kathryn Labosh11 months ago in Fiction
Return to Me
An antique ring made from braided hair and a golden shield caught my eye. It was not Victorian mourning jewelry but rather something a woman would give to her lover as he went off to war. I bought it, feeling that the shield must bear some clues, but to no avail. Then I met an eccentric lady with painted brows, wearing a scrimshaw necklace. Noting her love of antique jewelry, I showed her my ring. She was fascinated that the shield matched her family's earrings that graced her lobes. The ring had found its way home.
By Kathryn Labosh12 months ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: The terror of the night
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was the favorite part of Rachel Yoder’s day. She wished that she could share it with her husband, Amos. She wished the whole world could see it. To the rest of the world, it was a normal starry night with a few stray clouds. She was one of the few that had eyes that could see beyond the normal spectrum. She could see angels, demons, and the souls of the dead.
By Kathryn Laboshabout a year ago in Horror
