Joe stayed in. He wanted to go out. Shuffling along the hall, the attic folding stairs drew his attention. Pulling the handle, he ascended into a jungle of crowded shelves. An ancient device with keys caught his eye. He dragged it to the floor, inserted paper, and tapped away. Phyllis discovered the pull-down stairs and quickly…
The following photos are my contribution to Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Norm Frampton. ~~ For the sixth week in a row, my post features doors from Florence, Italy. My family and I found these beautiful arch top doors when wandering through the neighborhoods on the other side of the Arno River from the…
The inanimate world is against me! Objects attack when no one is looking. Last week, a couch cover grabbed my leg. I fell to the floor landing on my face. Yesterday, my baby toe slammed into the kitchen shelf after it quietly slid across my path. These objects also like to hide. Today, my keys…
The following photos are my contribution to Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Norm Frampton. ~~ Here’s another door post inspired by my trip to Italy in January. While strolling through the Uffizi Museum in Florence, my family and I spotted, out a second story window, the famous Ponte Vecchio bridge. A medieval stone covered…
The following photos are my contribution to Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Norm Frampton. ~~ For the fourth week in a row, I’m featuring photos from a recent trip my family and I took to Florence, Italy. In romping around the city, we stopped off at the Piazza della Signoria, the square in front…
Bewildered, Ruby stared at the cottage in the distance. Her memory stretched back to the summer she turned eighteen. Her toes to the ash pile, the remains of the cottage smoldered. Her life changed irrevocably that day. But, there it stands. How can it be? She had to know. Entering the cottage, her mother’s voice echoed…
The following photos are my contribution to Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Norm Frampton. ~~ As a follow-up to my previous two door posts from Florence, Italy, here are a few more shots of the Duomo cathedral, especially the Baptistery of St. John. They were taken by my son, Nathan. After circling the cathedral,…
Last week was one of those weeks. I’m not sure where it went, and where I was in the process? Therefore, I sadly missed out on last week’s Thursday Doors, hosted by Norm Frampton over at Thursday Doors. ~~ This week is a continuation of door photos I posted two weeks ago from a recent trip to…
Last week, Su stood in a line overnight, with thousands of others, to receive masks and plastic coverings. Now, to go out was dangerous even deadly. Warnings were ignored and rumors abounded, but none of that mattered. Tears fell like rain when Su heard of her closest friend’s passing. She thought she might break as…
It’s so nice to be back after the holiday break, to participate with friends over at Thursday Doors, a door-lovers group hosted by Norm Frampton. ~~ This past Sunday, my family and I returned from an incredible trip romping around Italy. The long hours on four separate bus rides, the first one lasting a whopping 12…
Growing up, Lydia’s parents ran a creamery. People traveled miles to get a taste. They trained her. She grew bitter. They expected her to stay. She longed to leave. Twenty years on, the world grew less alluring. Lydia slumped into the seat for her umpteenth flight. Her neighbor leaned close with a cup of ice…
In Marseilles, Samuel met a man with grizzled hair and muddled eyes. Years before, the man nearly discovered a cure for Alzheimer’s. Instead, he contracted the cruel disease. Drifting into the Corsica harbor, Samuel observed a woman sitting beside the water. In her younger days, she was close to uncovering a passageway between worlds. A…
