Category: Fiction

Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part One

November came. Rennie’s daughter invited her to come down to Lansing for Thanksgiving, but Rennie said no. She’d met a man. “What man?” her daughter asked, and then said, “Bring him, Mom! He can meet all our crazy relatives.”             Rennie said no, that… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part One”

Rennie’s Log Slide Dream: Part Three

Rennie broke her gaze at him to stoop over and open her backpack. She felt tears welling up. “How about a granola bar? I have two. And trail mix. With M & M’s.”             “Who could resist that offer? I’m Peter, by the way.”… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream: Part Three”

Rennie’s Log Slide Dream: Part Two

The shock of hearing a voice shot through her. She jumped up as if ready to fight off a carjacker.             “Take it easy. I’m just a fellow Log Slider.” He was an older guy, probably close to eighty, thin with deep vertical lines… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream: Part Two”

Rennie’s Log Slide Dream: Part One

Going down Log Slide and coming back up on her own had been on Rennie’s bucket list for years. She considered it every summer, but the dune was always thick with kids on vacation running down the 500 foot, nearly vertical, sand cliff to… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream: Part One”

Night Swim: A Story

She’d dreamt of swimming across the lake a thousand times. The dreams were always the same. There was a full moon that shone on the water like a spotlight, soft, though, sweet and rolling with the waves. She saw herself swimming, always in a… Continue Reading “Night Swim: A Story”

100 Word Story: Aerial View

Danny kept cigarettes and a lighter in the crook of the tree. This was so when he climbed up high to watch Mr. Framer making dinner in his kitchen, he could have a nice smoke. It was relaxing. Mr. Framer made a lot of… Continue Reading “100 Word Story: Aerial View”

Vernon’s Workbench in the Garage

The lights in the garage flicked on and off three times. That was the signal that Greta was going to bed. He could feel her looking at him through the window of the kitchen door. He didn’t look up. Vernon flicked the light over… Continue Reading “Vernon’s Workbench in the Garage”

Once Upon a Time a Short Story Writer Asked for Feedback and She Got It!

A huge thank you to the wonderful blog friends who weighed in on my story, “Heartache on Sable Lake,” including telling me to ditch the word heartache in the title. I was betting that you all would have great insight and you did. Biggest… Continue Reading “Once Upon a Time a Short Story Writer Asked for Feedback and She Got It!”

Heartache on Sable Lake – Part 5

Dear blog friends, Here’s the last installment. Endings always give me fits as my writing group friends will attest. So, I’m really interested in what you think of the ending. And now that we’re at the end, what do you think of the whole… Continue Reading “Heartache on Sable Lake – Part 5”

Heartache on Sable Lake – Part 4

            She needed to see if Max was alive and the only way to do that was to swing her legs over her seat and crawl back to where he was. She knew how to take a pulse. She learned in the first aid… Continue Reading “Heartache on Sable Lake – Part 4”