THE SEAMSTRESS: Random Stories
She sits at the vintage sewing machine, the old Singer her mother acquired years ago from a vagrant, a mysterious old woman selling collected throwaways…
She sits at the vintage sewing machine, the old Singer her mother acquired years ago from a vagrant, a mysterious old woman selling collected throwaways…
She emerged out of the dark void, a wounded soul, her face gaunt, her figure so terribly thin. The fall had been voluntary for it was…
As I near the end of my life, two random events keep popping into my thoughts. I know there is relevance here but I can’t quite…
Dreams of recent events, images of the past, haunt me, invading my mind like a marauding swarm. Sometimes the dreams and images roll in like…
I don’t know where the trail goes and if there is even an end to it. The trail goes on for a bit before vanishing around a…
She watched. She listened. The river running under the yellow bridge was angry. Its waters bashed contemptuously at the…
I live among pretentious fools. Eleven families, thirty-six humans total, adults and children. It’s a rather ritzy dead end called Nightingale Place. The cul-de-sac…
“What the hell is she doing out there? It’s gotta be past two.” It was. A glance at the clock on Jake’s nightstand verified…