creative writing

starless wonder

The stars and moon are shrouded by clouds. Sounds of a banjo playing leak from the barn. Sunday night. My husband’s smile. “The cows make more milk on bluegrass,” he says. I step from the barn and a few stray sprinkles of rain dance across my skin. They are cool. I smile into darkness. The…

polka-dots {in the snow}

polka-dots {in the snow}

Snow dripping off his hat, cheeks glowing pink, he gasps for breath, “I think I saw polka-dots in the snow!” “Really?” I smile, quizzically. “Yes! Three polka-dots! I’m thinking about what it could be.” He tilts his head thoughtfully then says slowly, “It’s a tiny bit of a mystery.” “A mystery indeed,” I nod gravely….

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