Pamela Walsh-Holte
Bio
Retired social worker seaking to find my name among the "Chreators we are Loving", but alas it has not been so. Be still my heart, do not despair, your day may come...Until then I wait, anticipating some, be it ever so slight, recognition.
Achievements (1)
Stories (70/0)
Mr. Poser
One would think that with all that is going on in the world I would exhort my energies on things that are important, and not get so bent over things that others do, that to most people, are just a minor inconvenience, but…Here I sit, frustrated and butt hurt, spewing off at the mouth, to no one but myself. I curse the idiot who is holding up traffic for those of us who need to make a right turn.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Psyche
"Thanks for the Ride Lady!"
They had enjoyed the day, it had been years since any of them had been in contact. What a great idea Max and Amy had when they decided to host a "Paint the House Bar-b-Que!" They never expected the turnout would be this good. There must have been forty old friends and schoolmates who showed up to help put the finishing touches on the fixer-upper they had purchased last year.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Fiction
"Her Worse Nightmare"
Eyes wide open, she lay there frozen in time, she could see her family, but only if they passed by in her line of vision. She could hear Bob Barker encouraging a wheel spinner on"The Price is Right" through the TV. She tries to talk but she can't open her mouth. Her heart is beating so hard she could hear it in her head. Panic sets in! Oh, please, someone help me, she instinctively knows screaming would be in vain!
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Fiction
The Watcher
She had always looked forward to the three weeks her family spent vacationing at Blue Lake every summer, a humble little campground where tents and motorhomes littered the grounds amongst the small modest cabins, one of which her father would reserve for the following year on the last day of their stay. The anticipation of arriving made the trip seem longer than usual. Blue Lake was one of her favorite places and she had been excited. Why then, was she experiencing a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, just as the soft glow of lanterns emulated from the tents and the smell of campfires filled her nostrils?
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Fiction
"Old Barns and Vintage Bottles"
She was reminded of him each time she passed an old barn, sitting off kilter, in its open pasture, the sight would bring her back to a time when life was an adventure! With him, it always was, she thought. And suddenly, she would sense him, as if he were there, as if he had never left her. And she felt safe and loved and whole.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Humans
"Unfathomable"
The world as she knew it, no longer existed, to think that four months ago she had a bank account and credit cards, she had her bedroom, in the only home she had ever known, she had been employed at a job of her choice, that had allowed her the opportunity to save money and schedule a vacation, there would be no vacation now...no sunset in Cabo! She wondered ...who was driving her car? Her car, which had provided her the freedom to commute to any place she so desired.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Fiction