Sherri Rolfs
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Stories (4/0)
Gretel's Orchard
Sitting in her mother’s chair, a weathered, red Adirondack, Violet closes her eyes. A warm gust of wind blows across her face, stirring up the dry earth beneath the pear tree and tickling the bronze elephant windchime hanging above her head. The chimes remind her of her childhood and her little sister, Zinnia, long since passed. She stands and rakes her fingers through her bobbed, silver-blonde hair, pulling the stray strands away from her face.
By Sherri Rolfs3 years ago in Fiction
Marigold Memories
Marigold Memories One glance at the small bouquet of golden marigolds on the entryway table and I find it hard to breathe, my chest tightening against my will. I make an excuse and escape to the powder room. Staring into the vanity mirror I see the golden flecks in my green eyes staring back at me.
By Sherri Rolfs3 years ago in Journal
Happy Birthday, Richard.
Nova shoved the stack of dusty papers from her mom’s jewelry box she found in the basement. She only had a minute, two at the most, if they were looking for her. She knew her fear was ridiculous, she hadn’t broken any laws yet with her 18th birthday still two days away. To be safe, she’d spent yesterday holed up in her house, while waiting to hear from Richard.
By Sherri Rolfs3 years ago in Fiction