Monday Morning

The unwelcome and annoying sound of the alarm clock next to Sara’s bed prodded her out of a deep sleep, instantly putting her in a bad mood. Rolling over to shut it off, Sara is convinced it must be a mistake. She could have sworn she had turned off Friday’s alarm just yesterday.  But her…

Revisiting The Red Sweater

Two years ago I participated in one of WordPress’s Blogging University courses as I tried to hone my writing and blogging skills. One of my favorite assignments at the time was the challenge to write a story based on the given prompt, but from three points of view. I was pretty proud of the original…

Evicted

Writing 101, Day Eighteen Ashley’s always telling me to mind my own business, but that’s probably ‘cause she hates it when I listen in on her phone calls. “Katie, I can hear you breathing I know it’s you. Hang up now or I’m telling Mom you’re spying on me again.” Boy would she be surprised…

The Red Sweater

We sat in the car staring out the window. I had driven us home from what had turned out to be a big mistake. I thought a dinner out among people who didn’t have a care in the world would do us good. Instead we each sat lost in our own thoughts, barely touching our…