My Kitchen is Always Open
My kitchen is always open. Just give me a time and I’ll cook. But really, I still am hopin’ To make something not in the book. Everyone wants their mom’s…
Bricolage
Roy came in from the yard, brushing crumbs of earth off his clothes. He poured himself coffee, pulled out a chair and slumped wearily. Tapping the chequered…
The Door To The Cupboard We Hadn't Put On Yet
The Door To The Cupboard We Hadn’t Put On Yet leant against the wall in the living room in it’s original packaging. It could hear people in the living room but…
(Day 56) A Story
“Fifty-six times,” he muttered as he sat at his dinng room table, iPod in hand. “Fifty-six times I’ve sat here and tried to think of the opening line.” He…
The Wanderer and his Wife
It was a buttered toast and cinnamon morning. I wore my robe, swirling across the cold kitchen floor to pour coffee, breathing its aromatic steam and watching…
Fishy Work to Do
Floating in the middle of the kitchen, just below eye level, Martin puckered and blinked his bulging eyes. Swirls of water lolled about him, aqueous satellites…
The Midnight Howling Chapter 1 - Part 2
I walked over to my mother in the kitchen, I guess I startled her a bit, because she jumped a little and knocked over a mug onto the floor. “Oh Kat, could you…
Rainy Morning
I’m writing this from my kitchen The time is ten thirty am, The lighting is dim in the den I guess I’ll scrape the dirty dish landscape Once I eat some cereal…
Babba's Kitchen
The smell of flour and exotic herbs assailed Rem’s nose and mind. He shut his eyes, intent on the feel of the place. Mouth moving silently, his own breath felt…
The Soup Kitchen Ninja
“I’m tellin’ ya, this one’s fr’real!” I shook my head as I dumped an armload of bowls into the sink. “Sacco, think about it: how likely is it that there’s a…
On Regarding a Goddess on Linoleum
Bathed in the morning sun, Missy stood on the dingy linoleum. Keenly aware of the quiet storm brewing within himself, Karl took in every inch of her. From the…
Molly Fitzpatrick
Menial task accomplished, Celia decided to chance a trip to the kitchen. It was nearly suppertime, she figured “the crew” could use a hand. She was wary on her…
Kitchen Floor
It was occurring to him more and more these days that she really is the one for him. They have so much in common, so why doesn’t he feel for her. Or does he…
First Impressions
He was too busy holding his head between his hands and squeezing his eyes shut, no doubt awaiting the fatal blow that would never arrive. When he realized that…
Me & You
With swiftness borne of habit, the pistols slid comfortably out of their holsters and found their way into her hands. She was not in the mood for such…