Melanie McGehee
Bio
I write to feel alive and to heal. Sometimes, the stories I weave are true.
Stories (4/0)
At Home in the Dark
Liddy was never afraid of the dark. It’s like she’d kept some womb-like essence inside her when she came into this world, an essence that was at home in water and soothed by the night. While other mothers complained of evening colic, I was at my wit’s end with my daughter’s cries by ten in the morning, that time when there is no denying that the day has laid claim and a person, an adult at least, would like to accomplish something, begin to be what the world describes as productive.
By Melanie McGehee2 years ago in Fiction
Felix Gets a Job
Once upon a time two friends happened upon a vacant house with a perfect dog. Life has never been the same. HOUSE WANTED. 2 beds, not necessarily in different bedrooms. A full tub, not just a shower. Fireplace, with gas logs. Coffee maker. Wifi. Screened-in porch. Sidewalk neighborhood. Dog, inside, trained, must cuddle.
By Melanie McGehee2 years ago in Petlife
Chasing Dreams and Dragonflies
“Dragonfly!” she exclaimed. “Daddy, come quick. There’s a dragonfly.” But he was consumed with work. It was a muggy late afternoon, the worst time of day to be working in a backyard garage. Cars don’t just break down in fall and winter, he always told his wife, and if I don’t fix them, well someone else’s gonna get their money.
By Melanie McGehee3 years ago in Fiction