Tag Archives: Psychological Realism

PATRIOTISM Word Count: 377 The country was on the brink of financial disaster. They insinuated themselves into our lives and stole our livelihoods. They were well educated though many called it sly. It was out of patriotism and honor that … Continue reading →

BUTTERFLY WINGS Word Count: 364 I sleep on down pillows and have cobweb sheets on the bed. If it’s cool in the evening I unroll the maple leaf blanket. Sometimes in the winter I may need a quilt of butterfly … Continue reading →

FLASH Word Count: 460 After two days I’ve learned what the numbers are for. I watch the digital figures light up, flash, go up and go down. I know what is good and what isn’t. Right now, the numbers are … Continue reading →

YOU RIDE THE GENTLER MAINE BREEZE Word Count: 510 We’re heading up the coast of Maine and it’s already strange because for all the times we’ve gone, you’ve been the driver and I would sit beside you handing you a … Continue reading →

THE BOX Word Count: 429 The box is so small, covered in red satin and sealed though the man told me how to break the seal to spread the ashes. He gave me a pamphlet that held the more delicate … Continue reading →

THE BIRDS Word Count: 258 I listened to what the cardinal had to say. He was insistent, chirping his little red heart out until I stopped weeding and heard him out. But what he said was just more gossip and … Continue reading →

BLEEDING Word Count: 328 She feels like it shows, like the half of her that was him is a wound gaping open, still bleeding where he’s been ripped from her side. She thinks she leaves fingerprints outlined in blood on … Continue reading →

LIKE THE EAGLE WHEN HE FLIES  Word Count: 302 It was only a hawk in the sky, sharp-eyed and claw-ready for hunting. A predator; no, that couldn’t be you, I thought. But then I do remember that you said once … Continue reading →

GARDENS Word Count: 348 He holds the tomato he’s just picked. He is amazed by its warmth before he realizes it has absorbed the sun. And realizes he is thinking of her breasts and how he misses the weight of … Continue reading →

LEAVING Word Count: 101 I held your hand as if that could keep you from leaving. As if that’s all it would take. Even as I spoke the words, “he is with God,” I knew you were nowhere at all. … Continue reading →