Kristin D. Walcott
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Stories (5/0)
Taking Back the Barn
Our family has been living in fear for the last 28 days of our lives. I’ve had it. Something’s gotta give. Poor Gemma won’t even come out of her hiding spot most days. I have to bring her meals to her. I hate seeing her like this. I just don’t know what to do. I really thought that Farmer John would take care of it, but he hasn’t. Nope. No one is going to save us. It’s up to me. If only I knew how.
By Kristin D. Walcott2 years ago in Fiction
Bump in the Night
I never thought I’d be starting over at the age of 56, but here I was. After nine years of marriage, my second husband decided he wanted out. To use his precise words, “I want to do what I want to do without having to consider anyone else.” Ouch! But after I got over the hurt and the anger, I realized I would miss the lifestyle more than the man. So, I got the dog; he got the house; and here I was settling into my new life in a new town.
By Kristin D. Walcott2 years ago in Fiction
Have a Chocolate Cake Day
They sat in silence just looking at one another. Thomas was sitting on the light brown leather couch, and his therapist, Dr. Lillian Burkett, was in her turquoise and beige floral print winged-back chair. She shifted slightly, doing her best to remain patient.
By Kristin D. Walcott3 years ago in Fiction
Muffin
Six-year-old Emma-Jean sat on her Pop-Pop’s porch. She was busy with her crayons and coloring book. Her Momma and Aunt Loretta were on the porch swing drinking lemonade and talking about grown-up stuff, like the fact that her Pop-Pop was not here anymore. He went to heaven to be with Nana. That made everyone sad, but not Emma-Jean. She felt comforted knowing her Pop-Pop was in heaven. Her Nana had gone to heaven way before Emma-Jean was even born. So if Emma-Jean died, how would she have found her in heaven? Now, if she died, her Pop-Pop would be waiting for her. And that somehow made her feel less afraid.
By Kristin D. Walcott3 years ago in Fiction
Everything
Freya tossed her backpack onto the ground and sat with her back against the abandoned car. She peered around the front of it, her eyes scanning the city skyline. She couldn’t help noticing the gaps where buildings had collapsed. It reminded her of a toothless grimace.
By Kristin D. Walcott3 years ago in Fiction