~an excerpt Bing’s Palace 1963 Birdie unsnapped the clasp of her sequined clutch, reached within the satin folds and pulled out an ebony compact and a tube of lipstick. She appeared oblivious to his insults and her surroundings. Her mister had forgotten her, therefore, she’d remind him. Snapping open the compact case, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. With stealth precision she … Read More Miss Birdie
The corners of the Diamond Club were lit up by the glow of cigar embers. He saw the familiar high rollers mingling in the shadows, highballs sloshing in cut glass. Sexy women wearing rich silks and party attire slipped through the hazy layers of smoke or clung to the arm of a wealthy, married man. Everyone was high on vice.
Overhead, dark clouds rip open. Raindrops slip from the car’s windowpane; I watch them disappear. The clouds cover the sky like gauze, softening a wound. Loss festers. Heaven’s tears spill forth as Angels witness an aching sadness that can only be found on earth. Today I uncrate grief. Yes, I miss you; wish you here, returned to earth. It is true. Sadness shadows me … Read More For You
This is a “flashback” written in “Alice’s” POV. She is in the kitchen, recalls her son. Hope you enjoy reading this passage. ❤ Alice stood in the kitchen and gazed through the window. It was oddly quiet for five o’clock, suppertime. The children from the neighbouring yard were silent. Thank God, she mused. Most afternoons, the neighbour’s offspring tussled and tumbled about the fence … Read More Alice Reflects
A draft ~ A wide swath of shade draped the side of the small house. Certain moments of the day gave this space an illusion of grace. It could only be described as an other world, as if one wandered into a small sanctuary.This wasn’t a curated space created from an owner’s wish to linger and rest awhile. It came about solely because of the exact … Read More An Illusion of Grace
Grace lifted the lingering snow-globe, the last of the holiday decorations. She hesitated to put this one away. Safe underneath a cloche of glass, the miniature scene bespoke coveted memories. Be careful, they whispered. With a gentle shake of her wrist, tiny flakes began to tumble over the glimmering steeple. The tall structure sparkled as if lit by an inner light. Puffs of … Read More To Linger