Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today … Gee I wish he’d go away.” Childhood ditty When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me… Read More ›
weekly writing challenge
OVERHEARD. I know it’s the stuff of bedroom farce and half the plot lines of who knows how many murder mysteries and episodes of Law and Order. I still hate it.
Thursday, September 11, 2014. Dateline: Uxbridge, Massachusetts It was an ordinary day. Early September in southern New England. Cool. Almost crisp. Some leaves had already changed and they shone bright yellow, signalling the rapid approach of Autumn. An average kind of… Read More ›