Elle hated the way they looked at her. She despised it. For the past twenty years, no one spoke to her, maybe a wave here or a nod, perhaps a casual hello. Nothing more. Yet the looks they gave her gnawed at her. When would it end? If they only knew the truth Another month
We’re ready for lunch. This weeks theme: In a new post created for this challenge, share a photo or two of things that makes you nostalgic. Here’s how it works: Each week, Nancy will come up with a theme and post a photo that she think fits. You take photographs based on your interpretation of
For the recipes go to the food tab and select recipes. This weeks theme: In a new post created for this challenge, share a photo or two of things that makes you nostalgic. Here’s how it works: Each week, Nancy will come up with a theme and post a photo that she think fits. You
Linda walked into the local store—to chat with Carrie and confirm plans for later. Miriam landed outside, in the open, on a deserted street. At least she hoped it was deserted. If someone saw her… The thought made her shudder. What the hell is going on? This is the fifth time in three weeks they
Linda walked into the local store—to chat with Carrie and confirm plans for later. “Hey Carrie, still done at five? Dinner and shopping remember?” “Yes, I’ll be ready to go at five.” “Great.” Linda walked to the chip aisle. After staring at the shelves, she decided on Red Hot Chips. On the way to the
Baking with Grandma. This weeks theme: In a new post created for this challenge, share a photo or two of things that makes you nostalgic. Here’s how it works: Each week, Nancy will come up with a theme and post a photo that she think fits. You take photographs based on your interpretation of the
Phyllis stared at her grand-parent’s old house. So many memories. Jacks on the porch (Grandma cheated), Hi-Ho! Cherry-O, cards. Grandpap listening to the radio. Her family sitting on the porch talking and laughing. She missed stopping with her friends and Grandma giving them snacks and drinks. Anyone who stopped would be treated with something homemade
Mariam sat on a bench in an unfamiliar building staring at a pole with four strange circles surrounded by numbers. Where was she? Or more importantly, when was she? Nothing about this place was remotely familiar. Not even the history books she studied had anything in them resembling this place. She looked around for anything
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. “Are you ready to leave, Lisa?” “It’s so beautiful. Let’s stay a little longer, Gregg.” “We can’t. We’ll miss the ferry and there isn’t another one until tomorrow.” “I don’t care. We can get a place here.” “We could, but all of our
Mike ran ahead of Carl toward the sound of rushing water. He’d always been faster and would be there first. As he darted through the trees, he saw it. The waterfall. Mike stared at it as it fell from the rock above. Rumors about its existence had been around for centuries, but he didn’t believe
