Bricks Mounted on an Alien Spirit©

            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©

The Woman©

The woman walked into the store alone.  The department store had just opened for their weekend Christmas sale.  The woman walked up the escalators to the third floor and headed toward the ladies room.  A cashier watched her as the woman walked toward her, the cashier asked her if she needed any assistance, the woman nodded her head “no” and continued walking.  The cashier looked … Continue reading The Woman©

Regrets in a Wasteland’s Marriage©

            Without the thought of the repercussion of his words, “What did you get married for if you don’t want children?”             Marie looks at Hector with a pained expression knowing that one day the subject of children would surface.  Until this moment, Marie always trusted it would be only him and her.  She starts folding up the ironing board and wraps the cord around … Continue reading Regrets in a Wasteland’s Marriage©

Michael and Jeannine in Bed©

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©

Chelsea and the Group©

That night, Chelsea couldn’t sleep because tomorrow was the big day.  She was afraid that if she didn’t go to sleep soon she would end up with bags under her eyes, so she shut them tight.  It didn’t work, Chelsea couldn’t fall asleep.  Sometime during the night, she succumbed to slumber. When Chelsea awoke, Melissa had a cup of tea and her breakfast of toast, … Continue reading Chelsea and the Group©

Welcome to my story blog

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