Nadezhda’s Shoebox

Nadezhda’s Shoebox

            Staccato vibrations buzzed against her bum.              Hot July air wafted lazily through the screen of the sliding doors.  Morning light sang through the glass door, bouncing from the dining room table up to Nadezhda’s face.             Her back pocket...
A Document of Gloves

A Document of Gloves

Part 1: Jenny Gets Her Driving Gloves #Sorrynotsorry.  Loving my new driving gloves.  Softest leather ever!               Got them from Dad last night to congratulate me.  Finally got my G2 and heading out on the road.  Alone.  No Dad yelling at me to slow down, check...
Dichotomy of Soul

Dichotomy of Soul

                “You said you were going to do these dishes last night?”                 “I know. I did.  But I was too tired.”                 “So, now they’re going to sit here all day getting crusty.  Did you think about that?”                 “Yeah.  But I was so...
Lovable – a short story

Lovable – a short story

I heard the laugh, the laugh of my broken heart: sweet, giddy, princess-like and eminently endearing.                  I wanted to walk over to her, take her into my arms and breathe in her baby smell, feel the endorphins calming my guilty pain, the black aching mass...
Souls (Души)

Souls (Души)

I missed you this time around again, though you are here all along, behind, inside, deep inside; buried where I found you. Walk away.  Walk away. Next time will be better. Я скучал по тебе на этот раз снова,   хотя ты здесь все время,   сзади, внутри, глубоко внутри;...