Parallel Roads, Different Seasons

      Two black spray-painted orange crates, covered with saucer-sized day-glow flowers were the sum total of our furniture in 1970.

Sailors and Society

Yesterday found me on a bus bound for the homes of two very different writers.

Night Shift

Here's my latest contribution to 

 Five Sentence Fiction. 

This week's prompt is          
          Innocence 

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Lillie McFerrin Writes

The convenience store on Harper and State was a scene of blood and mayhem, boxes of cereal knocked to the floor and the rack of newspapers now tattooed with streaks of red. Jimmy Pantucci sighed with a weariness brought on by more than a midnight-to-dawn shift as he stood over the dead clerk, one more person arriving from somewhere else with more dreams than luggage. The ambulance came and went, the tech team took their prints, and Jimmy wrapped the building in yellow police tape like a big sad package. The new sun was looking over his shoulder when he climbed the steps up to the two-family and unlocked his door, the night falling away with the big belt of cop’s tools he hung over the back of the chair and the gun he locked in the drawer.

Down the hall he opened the one door he was always glad to open, just in time to see his daughter turn over in her crib and bathe him clean again with her smile.

Maiden Voyage

  

My partners in crime golf and I finally found the magic combination of good weather and a mutually-free day and took to the course for the first time this year.

The Great Reveal

Spring is hovering. Or maybe it’s looming.

Mud Pack

While the rest of the world is tripping through their gardens admiring their azaleas and cutting branches from their forsythia, we’re occupied with much less aesthetic activities.

Acceptance

        There is a popular fiction that we grow wise with age. I haven't found that to be true. I've known some pretty stupid older people and I don't feel any wiser now than I did twenty years ago.

Digging in the Dirt

Who over the age of three 
knew dirt could be so much fun?

Freedom

Here's my latest contribution to 

 Five Sentence Fiction. 

This week's prompt is    Freedom. 

You'll find other entries at:

Lillie McFerrin Writes