Tag: Write on Edge

She Who Hesitates

“The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight. If you’re serious about your decision, now’s the time to go.” Her father put down his newspaper, folded it in his lap. “The longer you wait, the harder it’ll be.” Ella put her hands to her… Continue Reading “She Who Hesitates”

A Week on the Street: Homeless in America, Your Turn

A Week on the Street: Homeless in America, Your Turn A pitch for a new TV reality show Five dollars, the clothes on your back, no cell phone, dropped off in a Midwestern city that’s new to you, challenged to survive, not get robbed,… Continue Reading “A Week on the Street: Homeless in America, Your Turn”

Lucy’s Redhots

She wasn’t 100% sure it was him. Lucy’s Redhots would be a place he would go, that she knew. In the five years they’d been together, he’d stopped there often. It was a castle of bad food. She hated it. The light was about… Continue Reading “Lucy’s Redhots”

Punched

What was it the guy in the adoption workshop said? When all else fails, order a pizza? Cute. Who was he dealing with? Five year olds? Jennifer folded up the dish towel and put it on the stack on the counter next to the… Continue Reading “Punched”

Look Up

In every dark time, in days that are night, when others have fallen and you are on the edge of surrender and despair, there is a person in the light. Follow that person. ____________________ Written in response to a Trifecta writing challenge – 33… Continue Reading “Look Up”

The Loveliness of a Man’s Things

A beautifully-dressed man will have just a few things. He’ll have a good watch. Maybe if he is like my husband, he’ll have two watches. One will be the gold watch that belonged to his grandfather who died fifty years ago. He must know… Continue Reading “The Loveliness of a Man’s Things”

Shelved

“When you want something, Mom, just ring the bell.” “Wouldn’t it be easier if I just called for you? Ringing a bell seems a little Downton Abbey to me.” “I don’t like being yelled at, remember, Mom? Remember when you used to read that… Continue Reading “Shelved”

In the Travel Bubble

The three older women on the plane could have been related, could have been sisters, maybe triplets, their hair cut short and practical, each with a big bag full of electronics, wearing their traveling clothes and dozing off and on for the three and… Continue Reading “In the Travel Bubble”

The Six O’Clock Call

At six o’clock she turned down the stove, picked up the receiver of the yellow phone on the kitchen wall and dialed the number of the place her son was living. She could hear the guy at the desk yell down the hall, telling… Continue Reading “The Six O’Clock Call”

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