The teakettle shrieked as Isabelle trudged across the flat to retrieve it. She was in no hurry. Let it scream, she thought. She wished she could. But Isabelle was lost in melancholia. Screaming about Billy’s betrayal seemed too much effort. Instead, she had been nestling within the sanctuary of sleep, still occupying only her side … More The Flatmate
When Godfrey Chasm woke up on Sunday afternoon with crusty eyes and cottonball-mouth, he felt groggy but relieved. He hadn’t slept a wink for almost two weeks, not when thoughts of his newly minted ex-girlfriend, Lenora Lymehart, tormented him like a storm crashing down upon a man already drowning. But last night, somehow…last night, he had … More A Many-Splendored Thing
A sweet, blue clarinet melody slipped through Rashmi’s open window like a velvet ribbon carried in on a breeze. The sultry strain of music wrapped itself around her softly, so softly, as she sat on the sofa reading a novel. Rashmi set down the book and pressed her eyes shut as the smooth notes caressed … More Blue Note
Dear Reader, One year ago today I finally stopped idly thinking “I should start a blog” and actually sat down and did it. I didn’t expect anyone to read it, except maybe a few friends now and again. Instead, I’ve been overwhelmed and gratified to find all you wonderful followers who regularly check in on … More Thank You…Yes, YOU!
Writer’s block party: Everyone hangs around with nothing to say, just listening to Muse.
In the beginning, Goddess created land and skies to form a world, which she called Dalynia. Now, the world was empty, so Goddess filled it with light and darkness, color and shape, landscapes and villages. The land ascended and fell in mountain peaks and flat valleys, with sugar-water lakes pooling on the plateau-tops and citrus-water … More The Creation
Shanti walked along Avenida de la Rue Road, her eyes fixed on her personal device in disbelief, when she suddenly tripped over a tree root bulging through the sidewalk and fell flat on the ground. The PD flew out of her hand, her chin scraped the pavement, and the contents of her purse – including … More The Last Bookstore