April 24, 2015

Writing Prompt from Passionate Ink – Every morning when you wake up, something from your last dream of the night becomes real for an hour. The Fortune Cookie… Courtney wished the Ambien worked and left her dream free, but no… instead she found herself slamming her fist down on her squealing alarm clock and pushing…

January 23, 2015

He stood, back against the door jamb, just out of her line of sight and waited.  She stuffed her scarf in her bag, changed her heels for flats and smoothed her skirt down her legs before turning toward the elevator.  The doors opened and he moved then, slipping between the doors before they closed. Her…

December 26, 2014

Mistletoe Cassidy walked into the office kitchen and immediately noticed the sprig of mistletoe hanging over the door. “There’s a sexual harassment suit in the making.” She muttered as she moved toward the coffee pot and filled her mug. She turned to find her boss standing under the door jamb, flicking his gaze between the…

December 21, 2014

Deirdre looked at her face in the rear view mirror one last time before resigning herself to another bad first date.  This would be the thirteenth in four months, all because her well-meaning and married friends insisted that this year she would find someone.  It didn’t matter that her parents cursed her by naming her…

October 30, 2014

Halloween brought out the worst in people, he mused as a woman in a black bikini and cat ears batted her eyelashes in his direction.  Disgusted, he put a twenty on the bar and headed toward the door.  His hand reached for the door at the same time as hers.  The only woman fully dressed…

October 23, 2014

Her cheeks were pink, her nose red and running.  She sniffled against the back of her glove and grinned stupidly. “Why are you so happy?” Bridgette grumbled. “It’s sweater weather!”  Becca danced in a circle and pulled at the frumpy shape that laid across her frame, it was a kaleidoscope of browns and greens and…

October 16, 2014

I love the sound of rain when I am inside. The way it beats against the skylights is hypnotic.  I love how the light changes, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere.  When I’m inside… When I’m outside, it’s my enemy, turning my clothes into a claustrophobic restraint, my hair into, well, it’s not pretty.  And…