I watched Niqúen and Rosa move in, in 1965; the y made it the brightest three story brick building on the block. They painted the bricks fire engine red and the grout was painted white. It was the most colorful attached house on the tree-lined street; some people thought it was too loud, announcing its existence over everyone else’s natural colored brick homes. The sky … Continue reading Bricks Mounted on an Alien Spirit©
Dear Mrs. Iason: When I met my wife, she was the challenge and inspiration to leave my old life behind and start my life all over again, I was reborn the day I married her. That is why I am writing you this letter. I owe you an explanation. Your son, Miles, was once a very good friend of my daughter. They ate lunch together … Continue reading Search and Found ©
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“What are you thinking of?” It is a question Marie knew better than to ask when she sees Hector staring out of the window and into the playground below their third story window. The children’s swings and wooden maze structure remain empty on this bitterly cold day of snow with the intermittent fall of hale. Hector ponders the missing laughter that echoes into their … Continue reading Regrets in a Wasteland’s Marriage©
Michael and Jeannine snuggle under the bed sheets. Jeannine, safely lying under Michael’s arm, presses her face against his chest, sighing wistfully. “What’s that sigh for?” “Oh, I’m just thinking about how wonderful it feels. How wonderful it is to wake up with my face under your chin. How wonderful…” “Okay, I get it. This bed is comfortable,” Michael said. Jeannine mimicking Michael, “This bed … Continue reading Michael and Jeannine in Bed©
It was Sunday. My boyfriend and I decided to go for a late dinner at a Mexican restaurant in Culver City. The evening weather called for a light jacket, but it wasn’t really cold. The restaurant seemed to have been there for ages, dark and old with the signs of Chicano history and culture lining the walls. The lighting was dark even in early afternoon. … Continue reading Dinner©
It was after seven at night when Junior ran up the stairs to the second floor and knocked on door number 8. The stereo was pulsating music from Chumbawamba’s first album. Lydia was in the kitchen serving Sangria and Bali Hi. Her long hair looked like an Egyptian pyramid without the symmetry. Lydia wore a sarong skirt and short tank top, and brown sandals. She … Continue reading Dawn©
Hi, my name is Chelsea, no, her voice sounded too high. She tried again. Hi, my name is Chelsea, now she sounded like a high-pitched wheel careening around a corner in a speed chase. She adjusted the mirror on the table, turned her head to a 180 degree angle, you know, for effect, and repeated Hello, my name is Chelsea. This time Chelsea was pleased … Continue reading Chelsea and the Group©
The focus of my blog is my short stories where the character’s conversations and situations speak for themselves. The aim is to provide entertainment and enjoyment in the written word brought to you by whatever techno gizmo you like to use. As the seed grows, I will add illustrations, photographs, helpful information for writers and whatever my imagination can produce. Thank you, Jo-Ann Rodriquez All … Continue reading Welcome to my story blog
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