I love fall (or autumn, if you prefer). I love pumpkin bread and stew. I love tea and hot chocolate. I love going inside and watching trashy TV while sitting under a blanket. I am not hiding. That is what people do in the fall. The days get shorter in fall. Some people complain about … Continue reading I love fall
Category: Fiction
"My dad died last night." "Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss." "What did you say about him?" "When?" "When you prayed for him." "Well...I guess..." "Did you pray for him?" "I don't really pray much at all. Nothing against your dad." "But you said you'd pray. When I posted on Facebook that dad was … Continue reading Do you lie on Facebook?
A woman is asleep in bed. She twitches a bit, brushing her arm with her other hand. She shifts and continues to sleep. Again her arm twitches. She is more awake this time. She feels something on her arm. She anxiously brushes it off then turns on the light. On the blanket is a house … Continue reading The creepiest scene I can imagine
I've always been bad at faces. You know that. I heard a thing on NPR about some mental illness where people can't even recognize the faces of people in their family. No, not Alzheimer's. Some face-recognition specific thing. Anyway, I'm not that bad, but I'm pretty bad. Like I can spend an hour talking to … Continue reading I hate not being able to see your face
"It's good to see you." "You, too. I can't believe it's been three years." "I know. I was glad to hear from you. I really needed a happy hour this week, too. Work has been a bear. We're way understaffed. We've had four positions open for months." "Good. I mean, bad about being understaffed." "Yeah." … Continue reading The LinkedIn Gift of the Magi
Kim Z. Dale 