Flash Fiction

I like to tell stories. (This should not be a surprise to anyone who’s met me in any way.) One of the things this means is that I have a lot of stories sitting around. Some are finished and short – flash fiction is a hell of a lot of fun and I think more people...
Just Whining

Just Whining

Colonoscopy tomorrow, my first. How speshul, ugh. The experience itself doesn’t sound awful. My throat imaging was pretty uncomfortable, but this at least lets me lie down while it happens and I don’t have to try to hold anything open myself. But the 24...
Nap Time?

Nap Time?

Winter is coming! No, it hasn’t started snowing (yikes, it’s early for that), but the weather turned. It’s chilly now. I get cold fast and stay cold; warming back up is hard for me. Something about being cold always makes me want to nap – just...
Empty Fridges of my Past

Empty Fridges of my Past

Empty Fridges of my Past Joan Grey *** It’s odd, thinking about how my life as a child has affected who I am as an adult. That sounds silly, when I look at it on the screen — of course my childhood affected me. DUH. But, what I mean is less about the directly obvious...
Feb 2025 Drabbles

Feb 2025 Drabbles

Feb 1, 2025 Death to Chickens They slipped through the forest, glad there was no snow on the ground. It was impossible to be quiet in snow. The target was close – just past the tree line. On the map, the trees looked dangerously far from the building, but they could...