I figured it was time for another story post. I hope you like it! Shana bent over, placing her hands on her knees, trying desperately to catch her breath. She couldn’t give up. Although her muscles screamed at her to quit, she knew that wasn’t an option. “No,” she said…
Category: Stories
Saying Goodbye
Anna Carlson sat on the cool ground facing the miniature cherry tree as a tear rolled down her cheek. All good sense would tell her not to have such an attachment to a tree, but this wasn’t just any tree. This was her tree. Eleven years ago, Anna’s father passed…
Precious Cargo: A Short Story
It takes perfect balance and precise movements to carry the package my mom sent me to deliver. “Precious cargo,” she told me, though how anyone could think a bowl of soup could be given such high priority is beyond me. I mean, come on. It’s soup. And chicken noodle, at…
Lost in Time
Emily’s pulse raced with excitement as she studied the mustard-colored house in front of her. A bitter wind blew fierce, taunting her, but she hardly noticed its presence. Today was the day she was going to step back in history, back to a time she only read about in novels.…
Remembering Christmas: A Short Story
With a heavy heart, Lillian hung up the phone and placed it back in the cradle on the kitchen counter. Andrea would not be coming for Christmas.
Peace Beyond the Water’s Edge
Nathan and Christina pulled into the gravel parking lot beside Buck Pond. As soon as Nathan cut the engine, they made themselves busy, releasing the ropes that held their canoe securely to the top of their minivan. Their movements were swift, with a grace that could only come from partners…
A Mother’s Heart
At exactly 6:15 AM, like clockwork, Grace opens her eyes to a brand new day. It’s been a long time since she has needed an alarm clock; her body somehow knows this is her time, the only real time she has to herself. Quietly, she pulls the covers off, stands,…
Voice of Spring
The theater erupted with the sound of applause before the final note of Frühlingsstimmen by Johann Strauss came to an end. Slowly, like a wave returning to shore, the audience rose to their feet. Maria Esposito had just given the performance of a lifetime. As she stood on the Evans…
The Missed Putt
“Nice shot.” That was the last phrase my dad would ever speak. He and my brother-in-law had taken advantage of a warm, sunny, Sunday afternoon after church to play a round of golf at dad’s favorite 9-hole golf course in the town where he resided. They walked up to the…
What’s So Good About Friday?
4 families, 1 day. And all they want to know is, “What’s so good about Friday?”