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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”
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”
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!”
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”
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”
Dear blog friends, – This is the 3rd installment of my short story. In the previous two pieces, a couple puts their canoe into Sable Lake on what looks like a calm and beautiful day for canoeing. Then the wind picks up and the… Continue Reading “Heartache on Sable Lake – Part 3”
“Today could be a good day to do the whole lake.” Diane looked over her shoulder at Max. “Is that what you want to do?” Max was an accommodating guy. Not in all things but most. It’s like he took an oath to… Continue Reading “Heartache on Sable Lake – Part 2”
Dear blog friends, I’m working on a book of short stories about the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. This is the beginning of one of those stories (Part 1 of 5). I hope you’ll read and comment – anything you say will help me make… Continue Reading “Heartache on Sable Lake – Part 1”
If she left Hastings by noon, she could get to the Mackinac Bridge by six, cross over to the U.P. and be at her campsite by eight. But first, she had to get the RV key off John’s thick metal key ring holding all… Continue Reading “Darla and Fitz: Part One”
Finally, she was parallel to her dog. She kicked her legs to push herself high out of the water and yelled “THIS WAY! THIS WAY!” She treaded water in the thick wave and pointed to the shore. “THIS WAY! THIS WAY!” He came. Grady’s… Continue Reading “Part 3: Grady and Irene”
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