I've added another Vince story. This time for Friday Fictioneers.
Decision-Making
“Stop it, June.” Robert glared as the girl plucked a flower
and tossed the petals on the wind.
“Should you stay, or should you go,” she chanted.
“It’s too late for that.” He shifted the pack on his shoulder. “I base my decisions on reason, not flowers.”
“What’s so reasonable about fighting the government? My father died too. You don’t see me packing my bags.”
“Maybe you should.”
With tears in her eyes, June held the last petal aloft.
“What does it say?”
“It says to kiss me before you go.”
Robert indulged her, then set off down the trail.
This prequel is related to my new serial. Photo prompt by Marie Gail Stratford, posted at Friday Fictioneers.
“Should you stay, or should you go,” she chanted.
“It’s too late for that.” He shifted the pack on his shoulder. “I base my decisions on reason, not flowers.”
“What’s so reasonable about fighting the government? My father died too. You don’t see me packing my bags.”
“Maybe you should.”
With tears in her eyes, June held the last petal aloft.
“What does it say?”
“It says to kiss me before you go.”
Robert indulged her, then set off down the trail.
This prequel is related to my new serial. Photo prompt by Marie Gail Stratford, posted at Friday Fictioneers.
New Serial
I've started posting my new novel here. I haven't decided whether I will be posting once a week or more often, but it's a finished piece and you'll get to read the whole thing, regardless. Feel free to send me an email or leave your thoughts in the comments!
New WIP
Hello, everyone! This is just a quick announcement that I have recently completed a draft for a new novel. It's set in the same fictional world as most of my other work: Tin Soldier, Bella Diana, Diana's Diary, and all the short stories about Vince and about Will and Diana that I've posted over the years on my Writings blog.
I will be serializing this story in a blog and later make it available as a free or almost-free Kindle download. I'm also looking at other possible formats, since technology trends change so rapidly. If anyone has new posting locations that they can recommend, please email me or post something in the comments.
If all goes as planned, I'll start posting as early as February 17, and no later than March 3.
I will be serializing this story in a blog and later make it available as a free or almost-free Kindle download. I'm also looking at other possible formats, since technology trends change so rapidly. If anyone has new posting locations that they can recommend, please email me or post something in the comments.
If all goes as planned, I'll start posting as early as February 17, and no later than March 3.
Endings and Beginnings
She had come to know these crooked lanes and narrow alleys well. In fact, she had memorized them, along with all the city’s hazards and delights. Living here had been both a challenge and a hard-won opportunity, but life’s haphazard events had a way of changing one’s priorities. So it was with much regret that she now packed her bags. What would home feel like after being so long away? Well, she would soon find out.
She went down the stairs, opened the door and paused on the front step. “Goodbye,” she whispered softly, then stepped out into the street.
This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers.
She went down the stairs, opened the door and paused on the front step. “Goodbye,” she whispered softly, then stepped out into the street.
All Grown Up
The damage was intentional. Of that, Betty was sure. Her brother had goaded her for months to give up her toys and “grow up.” But what was so grown up about abandoning her friends? And who needed to be grown up at eight years old? She checked Teddy, Chango and Delilah for lacerations, but they seemed fine, except for the mud. Should she take them to Mom? No, she could fix this herself. She got the biggest bowl she could find, then sprinkled in some of the kaleidoscopic crystals of Mom’s laundry detergent. Soon everyone would be good as new.
This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Karuna.
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