Dependency

In this short story, a young woman reflects on a failed relationship...and learns how to move on. Tentacles of fog descended and eerily transformed the beach into a scene from a horror movie, complete with mournful background noises.  Joleen Davis shivered, then laughed out loud, as if to defy her worst fears.  Not easily spooked, she tossed her short, curly red hair, and kept striding into the mist.     Today had started out beautifully.  She’d awakened to the sound of the waves, lashing out...Read Full Story

What if your whole life centered around creating beautiful environments for your loved ones?  And what if none of that was enough?  A woman who has prided herself on the "interiors" she has created must create a whole new interior and exterior world for herself. This story has captured a character from my novel Embrace the Whirlwind, and imagined here what life might be like for her...after. As the gentle slivers of sunshine tickled her face, offering a gift in the form of a new day, Martha...Read Full Story

A young woman's quest for that euphoric high takes her on a winding journey... Through the slatted blinds I could feel the persistent slivers of sun, reminding me that I hadn’t croaked after all.  On a scale of one to ten, I’d surely racked up a “fourteen” in my efforts to achieve Nirvana.  But, as always, in my quest for the ultimate high, I’d gone too far, earning points instead for “most idiotic” or, at the very least, “self-destructive ass of the century.” Groaning at the nagging...Read Full Story

In this short story, we delve into the fantasies and interior life of a character from my novel "Embrace the Whirlwind."   Martha Cummings is the abandoned wife of Hal, Amber's lover.  Beyond that book, we explore what might have happened to Martha in the aftermath of her divorce. As the gentle slivers of sunshine tickled her face, offering a gift in the form of a new day, Martha Cummings slowly shifted her body to an upright position. Frowning, she stared at the slatted blinds, considering...Read Full Story

In a tale of addiction, we explore one young woman's journey toward recovery. Through the slatted blinds I could feel the persistent slivers of sun, reminding me that I hadn’t croaked after all. On a scale of one to ten, I’d surely racked up a “fourteen” in my efforts to achieve Nirvana. But, as always, in my quest for the ultimate high, I’d gone too far, earning points instead for “most idiotic” or, at the very least, “self-destructive ass of the century.” Groaning at the nagging reminders...Read Full Story