I like to put pieces of myself into my writing. Sometimes it's a finger, sometimes a toe, but it's always something that gets stuck to the roof of your mouth and leaves a lingering feel in your gut.
Strawberries in the Water
Breathe in. Sometimes he would forget to breathe when he was walking. He didn’t realize it, but sometimes he would get so focused on keeping up with his steps- that he would forget that he had pushed all of the air out of his lungs. He would essentially end up holding his breath for god knows how long until he would suddenly remember, and have to pretend like he wasn’t choking down oxygen to keep him from passing out on the sidewalk.
Beggin for Bacon
There was a quick knock at the door as the deliveryman dropped off the house groceries. The drop off was a little bit later today than normal, around two thirty instead of one forty-five. On any other day, this wouldn’t be much cause for alarm. A bit of an inconvenience, but oh well. Today, however, they would need every spare minute they could get. Tanya opened the door to find five plastic bags on their doorstep. They could easily be carried in one trip.
This is a House of Shame
Tanya’s parents had asked her to work the long shift today. Going on seven hours with no real end in sight, she stood behind the counter watching the clock and mindlessly polishing a pocket watch that no one would ever buy. Behind her, the doorbells chimed as a new customer entered the shop. Initially, Tanya felt the all too familiar wave of customer service frustration settle in her chest, but then she noticed that with the new customer came the familiar smell of warm peaches.
- Top Story - March 2022
Witchy WomanTop Story - March 2022
“You’re going to have to adjust your requirements if we’re ever going to find someone,” Carmichael said. He and Tanya had gone through almost 5 candidates this week alone, and frankly, he was about at his wits end. It seemed like no one was going to meet her impossible standards, and the end of the month was coming too soon.
Safe at Home
There were very few things that rattled Shane’s cage. He could handle Tanya’s mood swings with ease, he didn’t bat an eye when Viola or Carmichael went too far into their respective deep ends, and he even managed interruptions to his show with relative grace (or so HE thought). There was only one thing that really got under his skin and ate at his bones, and that was the outside world. Though, looking at it now, that probably counts as more than only one thing. He wasn’t sure why it scared him as much as it did, but the idea of leaving the safety of his home and entering the unknown petrified him.