The next installment of The Rose Garden is here! As always, if you’re new to this story, you can start here. If you just need a refresher from last time, you can find Part 4 here “Thanks for picking me up, Jess.” I open the car door and slowly lower…
Tag: Short Stories
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…
Tales From an Active Imagination: Part 4
Chapter 4 of The Rose Garden is now up! If you are new to the story, you can start at the beginning. If you just need a refresher from last time, you can re-read chapter 3. “You must hate me,” I somehow manage to squeak out. I can’t bring myself…
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?”
Tales From an Active Imagination: Part 3
Chapter 3 of The Rose Garden is here! If you are new to this story or need a refresher, you can read the beginning, or chapter 2, before moving on to the post below. “Y-you’re the other driver?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I thought something awful had happened…
Perfectly Undone: Part 2
If you haven’t read Part 1 of this story, you can find it here Sam watched as Charles drove his blue Chevy Malibu down the road and then out of sight, Charlie in tow. The fact that Charles was always willing to help out in ways that other fathers, including…
Perfectly Undone: Part 1
This admittedly was supposed to be a story that took up one post. However, when it comes to fiction, I tend to get into a story and keep typing away. The story was getting just a little too long for a single post, especially since this is only the first…
Tales From an Active Imagination: Part 2
I’m in the rose garden again. How did I get back here? It’s still so beautiful, still smells so sweet. But there’s another smell I hadn’t noticed before. Are there Crown Imperials somewhere around here? The odor of sulfur starts to overtake the sweet smell of the rose. It’s almost more…
Tales From an Active Imagination
Everything is a blur. The only thing in focus is the other car; the car I hit. No, the car I smashed into. Stupid. I’m so stupid. What was I thinking?