Writer’s (1st) World Problems

This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series Tea and Effie

Tea was rushing into the office, arms loaded down with all her work-related detritus, murmuring to-dos with all the hither-thither jibber-jabber of the proverbial Alice in Wonderland’s white rabbit. “Pens, pens,” continued the litany. “I need more pens!” Effie poked her head in to better view this particular spectacle. “Don’t you have a million?” “You …

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Hit Snooze

“Daddy!” Noah blinked awake, startled. A tiny bony elbow dug into his side and a small hand patted his face. “Let’s play Legos!” He groaned and looked toward the clock, then his wife. Two o’clock in the morning. His wife Emily was reasonably and sensibly asleep. Noah reached for the spare pillow. “I’m going to …

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Housewife

“Han, I need you to understand something.” Jess stood in the middle of the kitchen as she began her declaration. “Yes, dear?” Han asked as he threw open the windows and moved to turn on the ceiling fan in the dining room, then the vent fan over the stove. “I was born with a silver …

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Promises

This entry is part 5 of 5 in the series The Square Root of Happiness: a collection of drabbles

  The cottage was even cozier inside than out: white wainscot, stone fireplace with broad hearth and mantle, built-in bookcases, low-hanging eaves. Sunlight dappled the wooden floors through the sheltering oak and maple branches at the windows. This was a far cry from the warzone Mark Trindale had been living in for the past four …

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Cast Your Cares Upon Him

It was difficult walking around with a cloudy sky in one’s heart and storms in one’s mind. The feeling of everything going on in the world was heavy, too heavy for any one person to carry. That’s what Mama Ruth would say, Cassie thought to herself, pulling down a mug with one hand and pouring …

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New Morning

“Happy New Year,” Cassie said softly, staring at morning sunrise from the front porch swing, a warm mug of tea cradled in her hands. It wasn’t said to anyone in particular, or so one would think if they saw her keeping this annual tradition once taught her by her mother. Even if her mother wasn’t …

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