A Summer Tale
“No one can find Ranger Jack. He’s disappeared!” The whispered gossip ripped through the park
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Raspberry Stains and Teardrops
I buy fresh raspberries whenever I can to remind me of the first, and possibly the last, untarnished memory of childhood.
Love at Eagles Pass (2)
“He wanted what’s in the pack, not you. Lookin’ for food. He won’t bother you now.” The voice moved around her, and she looked up
Love at Eagles Pass (1)
“I guess you haven’t heard of me. I’m the famous Eagles Pass trail boss, ma’am.” He swept his arm in a mock bow. “Wouldn’t do to lose one on the trail.”
Rain!
In my dream, I hear the chimercial rumble of thunder. In my dream, I catch the quixotic scent of rain. My skin tingles in anticipation, Bliss filters through my brain. In my dream, it’s closer, almost here, In my dream, I await the spray. My eyes close as I look toward heaven In supplication as […]
It’s Thursday Night – part #2
It’s Thursday Night at The Slippery Salamander Art Gallery – Lola’s second adventure. (This is the second episode. Please check out the first one also!) A cold glass of lemonade on my backyard patio, a warm summer breeze, and songbirds fill the air with music. The perfect prescription after a long, hard day. I let […]
Hand-Me-Down Christmas
For nine-year-old Annie Hale, Christmas doesn’t hold the same excitement as most children. Tiny and underweight, she is always lost in the shuffle in the family of six. Born on December 23rd, the second of four children, the oldest of which was a girl, there is nothing special about little Annie Hale. Most years, because […]
If It’s Thursday Night, My Name Must Be Lola
An impromptu reaction to an unexpected and random comment set me on an unusual path and a life steeped in fantasy. Who am I? My name is Julie or at least some of the time…well, most of the time. Okay, let me start at the beginning. I’m a thirty-something, single mother of two teen boys. My […]
Summer Among the Cypress Trees
A NORTHEAST TEXAS BALLAD It’s hidden there, alone deep inside the cypress trees, waiting for the cover of night his appetite to appease. Ranger Jack would not believe the tales he’d always heard. Not him, too wise is he, a man so self-assured. Jack walks the park each night, the camper’s safety to ensure. Shoulders square, […]
Blackbeard Drank Cocoa
Childhood Reflections To me, he stood six feet ten, fierce, unyielding. Curly, black hair and quasar blue eyes gave him the look of a modern day Blackbeard. In reality, he reached five feet, eleven inches, although I had the inflexible part right. I agree, at eight years old, certain things loom larger when laced with […]