Archive for June, 2015

Best short story

by on Tuesday, June 30th, 2015

The rules are only this. It has to be 200 words – exactly.

There was a photo of two stone sarcofogi in a tree filled cemetary. The trees were dripping with Spanish Moss. The story had to be about the picture.

In Time

The cold concrete slabs were slid into place. Certain finality hit home for Orhianna. She leaned on her brother Liam for support. The lids to their parents’ sarcophagi were closed.
“In the midst of life, we be in death.” A priestess spoke to the huddled family.
Across from the two stone boxes, uncle Brennick stared at them. His amber eyes were wild. Liam thought, of anyone, his uncle would know how his parents were killed.
“Earth to earth, ashes to ashes…” The priestess continued reading, “And dust to dust.”
Brennick walked away from the mourners, ducking behind a cluster of Spanish moss.
How dare he, Liam thought. He let go of Orhianna. “Brennick, wait.” He jogged to close the distance. “You know how they were killed, don’t you?”
Taking one last glance at his approaching nephew, Brennick slipped behind a tree.
Liam caught up. He saw a flash of light. Nearby tree branches lit up. Then Brennick was gone.
Turning to face his sister, Liam felt confused.
Orhianna approached, “Take this passport to Sumac.” She handed him a silver card.
Sliding her passport through a handheld reader, she said, “Let’s find out who did this.” Then she vanished.

In Time (revised)

by on Tuesday, June 30th, 2015

In Time

The concrete slabs were slid into place. Certain finality hit home for Orhianna. She leaned on her brother Liam for support. The lids to their parents’ sarcophagi were closed. Cold concrete encased them.
“In the midst of life, we be in death.” A priestess spoke to the huddled family.
Across from the two stone boxes, uncle Brennick stared at them. His amber eyes were wild. Liam thought of anyone, he would know how his parents were killed.
“Earth to earth, ashes to ashes…” The priestess continued reading, “And dust to dust.”
Brennick walked away from the mourners, ducking behind a cluster of Spanish moss.
How dare he, Liam thought. He let go of Orhianna. “Brennick, wait.” He jogged to close the distance. “You know how they were killed, don’t you?”
Taking one last glance at his approaching nephew, Brennick slipped behind a tree.
Liam caught up. He saw a flash of light. Nearby tree branches lit up. Then Brennick was gone.
Facing the caskets and his sister, Liam felt confused.
Orhianna approached, “Take this passport to Sumac.” She handed him a silver card.
Sliding another like it into a device, she said, “I’ll meet you there.” And disappeared.

Which story grabs you?

In Time

by on Tuesday, June 30th, 2015

This story is only 200 words-including the title!

In Time

The concrete slabs were slid into place, and certain finality hit home for Orhianna. She leaned on her brother Liam for support. The lids to their parents’ sarcophagi were closed. Cold concrete encased them. Tears would not stop.
“In the midst of life, we be in death.” A priestess spoke to the huddled family.
Across from the two stone boxes, uncle Brennick stared at them. His amber eyes were wild. Liam thought if anyone knew how his parents were killed, it would be him.
“Earth to earth, ashes to ashes…” The priestess continued reading the prayer, “And dust to dust.”
Brennick walked away from the mourners.
How dare he, Liam thought. Liam wanted to go after him but remained supporting his sobbing sister, who spoke the prayer loudest. “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.”
Brennick ducked behind a cluster of Spanish moss.
Liam let go of Orhianna. “Brennick, wait.” He jogged to close the distance. “Tell me how they were killed.”
Taking one last glance at his approaching nephew, Brennick slipped behind a tree.
Liam caught up. He saw a flash of light. Nearby tree branches lit up. Then Brennick was gone.

Tummy Trouble

by on Sunday, June 21st, 2015

Having esophagus issues- in metaphysics- means life is hard for you to swallow. Hard to get down. At the same time, lungs fill with possibilities. Or they don’t. When there are too many possibilities, or not enough, it becomes difficult to breathe. These are just 2 of the physical symptoms my mom is suffering from these days.

In an attempt to come to terms with all the physical issues that are plaguing my mother, I see the metaphysical reasons for the illness. Good or bad, I see how her personality caused her physical disabilities. The list is too extensive to tell all here,  but includes auto-immune disease of the connective tissue, asthma and mico-bacterial infection of her lungs and hiatal hernia. She has issues swallowing, breathing and now moving. She’s been on prednisone  for going on 4 years.

You may not agree with me, but I believe that we are our own creators. I believe that for what ever reason, we prove ourselves right. Our thoughts manifest in our bodies.

I have been unable to digest it all and have caused myself some difficulty in the process. I’m working on taking it in: processing. I can handle this. Life changes. I will find a way to get everything done.

I tell myself, “Take it slow. Take it with a spoon of sugar…or a dose of enzymes.”

New Dawn

by on Thursday, June 11th, 2015

Just when you have a plan…This Spring has been a whirlwind. Between conferences and recitals, I finished editing Elements with a professional editor. I’ve sent pitches to twenty agents. While waiting for those responses, I’ve been planting tomatoes (24), lettuce (12) and herbs. I planted cucumbers (4) and zucchini (4)  too. Flowerpots (Six 18″ and 3 small ones) and hostas (25). I’m taking up a new career as a two piano player with a friend and have begun practicing new piano pieces. I started to do re-writes to Sumac. And just when I thought things would settle down and give me time, my Mom got sick again.

In the past 2 weeks I’ve been back to Indy to help her get back on her feet. It will be a long road for her and I’m infinitely worried. Mike took me to Chicago for my birthday after that. A splash of fun after a week of helping out Mom. But I’ll save the details of that for another blog.

I haven’t written a single new thing since April.

My summer schedule starts next week…that only means that I start earlier 2 days a week, but I get done earlier too. I’m doing yoga 4x a week to clear my head and give some sanity back. We have plans to go to Concerts on the Square and American Players Theater.  We have plans to go to Culver with my family again in July…a lake trip at the old family cottage. And in August, I have the Police Academy for Writers.

Things aren’t slowing down.

On top of that, Mike has begun a project with friends, building four houses. He will be working hard, long hours. We have a deck to stain and trim to get hung. We have windows to paint and yard-work to do. And I doesn’t stop there. The garage needs to be gutted, I swear there are raccoons living in a back corner underneath all the piles of trash. And the wind has taken it’s anger out on the trees over our driveway.

I haven’t been to Bujinkan training since May. Before that, once in April. I guess something had to give. If I’ve given that up, you can’t believe what it took for me to get here today.

When I woke up, I planned on putting my fingers to the type pad, but kept thinking of all the other things that need doing. I had to drag myself away from email and work communications. My fingers are fighting it now. Words come like pulling healthy teeth. Without pain killers. With the pliers in my own hands.

Now my teeth hurt.

I’ll get there. Life gets thick with to-do lists sometimes. Then, like a refreshing morning dawn, all those things clear out of the way and make room for what I want to do. Life will settle down. I have to keep telling myself that for sanity’s sake. I have to have hope.

Maybe today is the day of new dawn.