Tag Archives: Mainstream

Word Count: 342 I expected a parade marching down Main Street. I foresaw a band of pretend Indians, or what looked like them, with bright feather headdresses and trombones and a big fat tuba in step with the drum. I … Continue reading →

Word Count: 375 He was a stranger, a man in a black SUV that just happened to stop adjacent to me at the stop light. He was just past his prime, or what he’d consider it to be, with a … Continue reading →

Word Count: 264 John is the first one to leave in the morning, with a promise to call about what time he’ll be home from the office. Darla hugs and kisses me goodbye; Jeff is too old for that now … Continue reading →

Word Count: 301 I sit in the dark in the marshmallow corner of the living room couch because the light would distract me and I don’t want to miss his call. I’ve shut off the movie I was watching, afraid … Continue reading →

Word Count: 361 She comes to me as a hummingbird, zooming by, hovering when I sit outside with my cold cup of coffee hunched over my thoughts. She is the spirit of Jean, my best friend. “Yes,” I tell her, … Continue reading →

Word Count: 716 Toby’s best friend was a frog named Jimmy though he didn’t tell the kids at school that Jimmy was a frog. He told them that Jimmy was two years older and lived next door and went to … Continue reading →

Word Count: 548 She thought it was the bright bright full moon and a chorus of tree frogs that chirped in the pre-morning dark. She looked up and behind her, over the roof of the house and saw that it … Continue reading →

Word Count: 296 She chewed deer tendon into string, wove wood fiber into paper, and spun cottonwood seeds into fabric to make aprons and jeans. She’d become a saver of the earth through little choice of her own. She couldn’t … Continue reading →

Word Count: 264 She pulled out the beans, shaking the dirt from their roots, picking off the missed beans that hadn’t already grown fat with seeds. Maybe this would be the last time she’d autumn clean her garden, maybe there … Continue reading →

Word Count: 471 He delayed his suicide until his goodbye note was read and rewritten a hundred times, tweaked as only a writer could worry words. Carlson Porter had had enough of life. Three wives and seven children and several … Continue reading →