Kimberly Muta
Bio
I am a 55-year-old high school teacher in Iowa. I have just begun to write creative works after thirty years of academic writing.
Stories (16/0)
Weed
When I saw the bike sitting against the wall at Scooters, unlocked, unsecured to anything, it was like a dream come true, a wish fulfilled, a prayer answered. I slowed my pace as I walked toward it, hunching forward with my hoodie up, noting, as unobtrusively as possible, whether I would be seen if I took it.
By Kimberly Muta2 years ago in Fiction
Locked
The box was beautiful: dark lacquered wood with a red calla lily carved into the top. The lock was gold and shiny, and the tiny glistening key slid smoothly into it. She tried to turn it to the right, but it didn’t move. She flipped it to the left, sure that she had simply turned it the wrong way at first, but the key snapped, half of it lodged in the lock.
By Kimberly Muta2 years ago in Fiction
Blood Ties
When John Frost opened the door to Maxie’s Diner, he immediately took note of the cacophony of sound: the tinkling of the door bell, the clink of cutlery on plates, the sizzle of the grill, the buzzing of voices, and the chime of the cash register. It was busy, but he knew that Maxie’s was a good restaurant, and his teenage daughter loved it, so he wasn’t surprised.
By Kimberly Muta2 years ago in Fiction