Orange rocket trail against deep blue evening sky

Launch

"On my word." The Admiral spoke without rancor. “Yes, ma’am.” My hand hovered above the console. The bridge was silent; everyone was waiting for me. This could start the end of everything. “Go,” she said. I pushed the button.

Pair of garnet cufflinks, each with three round garnets set in a rectangle.

Kismet

Six months ago I’d’ve said it's crazy, the idea of you and me. Six weeks ago I almost walked away. Shaking my head, I button my best shirt, red garnets winking at collar and cuffs, and watch your face light up in the mirror.

Photo of a barn. A lightning bolt strikes the fields beyond.

Not your princess

My mother poisoned apples. My father hid his heart inside a tree. It was a family thing, dealing death and dodging it. I don’t have time for subtlety. I tried being quiet; I pretended to sleep. I tossed a twig and grew a prickly thicket ‘round my house. You cut it down. I call lightning … Continue reading Not your princess

Last Dance

I bought the place sight unseen: two bedrooms, one bath, no neighbors. I bought it for the quiet--a place to be alone. First it was the radio: an old Glenn Miller tune. Then it was footsteps overhead, a rhythmic step and slide. I crept upstairs. A shadow crossed the sliver of light underneath the bedroom … Continue reading Last Dance