The Sunny Side Up

I watch as she delicately ties an apron around her waist. She’s singing a beautiful Italian melody. She catches me as I admire her from the corner. I dart my eyes, ashamed that I was caught staring. But she smiles and sings louder as she shimmies her way to me. I can’t fight the smile as it consumes my face. She grabs my hands and swings them left, then right, then grabs me close and sweeps me off my feet. We whirl around the kitchen, singing and dancing, my messy morning hair sweeping my face. I don’t know the words, but I “la la la” my way through the song with her. My heart is happy. My cheeks hurt from smiling. I tilt my head back and the giggles let themselves out.

Finding Kenny

FLASH FRIDAY CHALLENGE: 100 WORDS PHOTO PROMPT ©C.E. AYR Charlie has an aptitude for adventure. A troublemaker, some say. But Charlie’s just a kid – bored with the electronic world, uninterested in books or sports. She’s an artist, a free spirit. Dust dances across the sky as she drops her bag. She dangles her legs […]

I Do

FLASH FRIDAY CHALLENGE: 100 WORDS PHOTO PROMPT ©C.E. AYR Charlie has an aptitude for adventure. A troublemaker, some say. But Charlie’s just a kid – bored with the electronic world, uninterested in books or sports. She’s an artist, a free spirit. Dust dances across the sky as she drops her bag. She dangles her legs […]

Adrenaline Junkie

FLASH FRIDAY CHALLENGE: 100 WORDS PHOTO PROMPT ©C.E. AYR Charlie has an aptitude for adventure. A troublemaker, some say. But Charlie’s just a kid – bored with the electronic world, uninterested in books or sports. She’s an artist, a free spirit. Dust dances across the sky as she drops her bag. She dangles her legs…

Moving On

FLASH FRIDAY CHALLENGE: 99 WORDS PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. AYR The pebbles crunched beneath their feet, chanting, “Stop. Stop. Stop.” “Sam, I can’t.” Rose said, clutching her fruitful womb. “We have to. The baby will be here in a few weeks. We need to get her room ready.” “We’ll buy new stuff,” she pleaded; tears pooling in…

A Melody of Memories

FLASH FRIDAY CHALLENGE: 100 WORDS PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg People from all over came to drown their sorrows in cocktails and ale. A dense smoke cloud hovered above. Sam sips his scotch and places his sweaty glass on the table. He gives the pianist a nod and raises his bow. The room sings and…

The Great Escape

FLASH FRIDAY CHALLENGE: 98 WORDS PHOTO PROMPT © SANDRA CROOK Kimmy hugs her knees tightly as she balances on the steep rooftop, glaring at the old foster home. A shiver creeps down her spine. She holds herself tighter. How much longer before they notice she’s missing? What will happen if she’s caught? A siren echoes…

Happy Birthday, Papa

FLASH FRIDAY CHALLENGE: 99 WORDS PHOTO PROMPT © JEAN L. HAYS The summer sun is unforgiving as Mary’s rusty buggy stops at the Trading Post. Her horse shakes his sweat soaked mane and snorts loudly. Mary tosses him an apple and he relishes in its sweetness. Today is her father’s birthday.  Every year she comes here…

Rosco

  My red Oldsmobile Achieva hummed into the entrance of our school. The aroma of the hazelnut coffee I bought at Dunkin Donuts saturated the car.  I was listening to the Paul and Young Ron show on the radio. Everything was normal.  As I headed down the path to our school, my mood shifted. Construction…

Farm Fresh Sundays

  It was a beautiful Sunday morning in May. The sun was shining bright on grandpa’s eleven-acre farm. The birds were singing, the rooster was yelling, and the sweet smell of syrup and fresh fruit filled the house.  I finished combing my hair and began running down the long hallway of the four-bedroom, three-bathroom estate….

Turkey and Heartbreak

  The last bit of stuffing was being shoved into the turkey.  “That’s it!” Kelly’s mom exclaimed. “Finally we can stick that thing in the oven and relax.” They each grabbed a corner of the pan and heaved the turkey into the oven. Kelly set the timer for six hours, and raced to the living…

Thank You, Come Again

This essay was written January 31, 2006… two and a half months before my grandfather passed away. It’s a true account of my grandfather’s illness. I’ve decided to include it as it was originally written.  The white walls of the hospital seemed to close in on me as I walked down the long, lonely hallway….