Monthly Archives: March 2015

The Crossing


Days of clarity had long since passed.  People had to be content with the fog and what lay hidden within the folds of the clouds.  Sometimes a subtle clearing revealed a bit more.  For now, Emil and Prin needed to cross the expanse of water and the bridge had long since collapsed.  But the clearing of the fog revealed another path.  It was risky but the cables had to be connected on the opposite end for it to hold the parabolic shape.

“We can clip to the cables like when we climb the old buildings,” Emil reassured her.  Prin rubbed her stomach protectively.

“Do you really think there is a hospital across the bay?”

“It was announced on the radio.”

Sighing, she took a deep breath.  She knew something was wrong and scavenging on this side was not meeting their needs.  Perhaps this would provide Hope a chance to live.






I was aware of her watchful stare long before I spotted her.  The changeling could mimic any live creature.  I peered suspiciously at the scorpion creeping across the porch boards.  As it disappeared between the cracks, I turned around, eyes digging into the crevices.  I could feel the laughter in the air.  Then she blinked.  Just beyond the old screen, two cat eyes watched me with amusement.  Her grace was depicted well in the feline movements as she stepped out of vent.  Stretching her legs up my legs, I watched in amazement at her slow transformation.  The black fur that enveloped her became the raven hair that would crown her ivory skin.  A vixen smile lit upon her lips.

“Welcome, Godfrey,” she greeted, winking one long lashed eye.

I lost my voice, realizing the origins of the expression “Cat got your tongue.”  She smiled slowly, leading me to the door.


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Elephant Dreams


So many days wasted chasing ordinary.  No more.  Evana folded the newspaper, the ad circled that led to this new life.  At 40, did she dare change her path?  Yes.  She was finished with ordinary.  She was through with fitting in.  She wanted to chase long denied dreams. She watched the endless ocean below, composing the words in her mind.  She had left everyone behind without a word.

Dear Mom, What can I say?  I’m on a plane headed for the heart of Africa.   My new ordinary may seem anything but to you but now I’m chasing elephant dreams on the African savanna.  Think of me as you sip tea and talk about the mundane.  I will certainly think of you as I explore my new ordinary. Evana

Turning the card over in her hand, she pictured herself as the woman drinking tea with the elephant.  Soon it will be.

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The Beast’s Final Test


Beauty finally accepted Beast’s proposal.   The nuptials followed quickly for time was short.  As the ring sealed the deal, Beast’s eyes widened in horror.  The spell did not encapsulate him, did not free him from his prison.  Rather, it wrapped around the lovely woman who deigned to accept his hand.  Then he saw that the witch’s revenge was complete.  It began in her hands, the joints becoming twisted, brown spots covering the fair skin.  The spell quickly moved up her arms and down her legs, making her body bent and twisted.  Eyes dimmed by cataracts met his.  Parting thinned lips, a craggy voice asked, “Beast, do you still find me beautiful?”  He turned away, refusing to meet her eyes.  “How can I love a hag?”  The final test sealed his fate as the forest tightened its hold upon the mansion.  He would be sealed for eternity with his Beauty.

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