I was at home, practicing yoga in my living room, when there was a knock at the door.
I was stretched out in Downward Dog, concentrating on raising my pelvis and sliding my shoulder blades down my back, so I didn’t immediately jump to answer it.
There was another knock. Continue reading
Part I
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We’d always talked about taking a road trip, you and I. But it seemed that one thing after another conspired to get in the way.
I had commitments, you had business trips, there were holidays, family birthdays, walls to be painted, projects to be completed, and piles of work to be done.
So when our house of tarot cards came tumbling down despite the best of predictions, I decided to take fate into my own hands and hit Route 66, all by my lonesome. Continue reading
Part IV – Flesh Tones
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Iris took me by surprise when she padded up behind me entirely nude. She stood so close I could have reached out to touch her, and I did, in fact, spill wine on her in my discomfiture. Continue reading
Kris grabbed Meg by the arm and pulled her into the doorway.
“The meeting finished early. Let’s blow off the rest of the afternoon and have a drink.” Continue reading
We danced through the first CD and continued to hold each other while a second one started.
The sun had begun its late-afternoon descent and strong light was slanting through the front shutters. Pretty soon it would be time to start a fire. Continue reading
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(This is the third in a four-part series)
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The knock startled me and I turned suddenly, banging my knee into the edge of the wood-burning stove.
“Oh man.”
I curled over my knee for a moment before limping off to answer the door.
It was my landlord. Continue reading
(This is the second in a four-part series)
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I kept thinking about painting her.
Because of this, I had a hard time staying focused. Continue reading
It’s bad enough being set up on a date… but then I had to get the full report the next day from Shannon, the potential yenta in the cubicle next to me, who had arranged the whole thing. Continue reading
(This is the first of a four-part series)
I dried my hands on my pants.
Once a pair of overalls, now pants with the bib cut off, they are crusted with a year’s worth of paint. I wipe my hands and my brushes on them when I’m working. I figure it saves on rags and paper towels. After all, they’re always within reach. Continue reading
Trying to keep her focus on her books stacked on the table by the window, Tracey spun around, balancing her graphing calculator in one hand, and her hot chocolate in the other.
“Oh, man,” she said, as the chocolate sloshed in her grip, tossing the blob of aerosol whipped cream onto the shoe of the person standing next to her at the counter. Continue reading
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