I raised my voice at my mother, but not too much, I did not want to be forbidden from going to the event of the year. I did speak loud enough for my mom to understand that store-bought Kentucky Fried Chicken was an abomination and we would be shamed if that was her pitch-in at…
Scribbler Monthly Writing Competition – 9/15/2019
Nancy glanced around her sister’s kitchen and sighed. When her sister remodeled the farmhouse she refused to remove the vintage peach wallpaper. Instead she decided to collect peaches. The hoard included a peach cookie jar, peach spoon rest, and peach appliance covers. It was six months since her sister’s mysterious death. Nancy missed her thrice…
Shelby County Reads Submission
What Makes a Family I look around the room and see folks not seen since childhood. Cousins, friends, neighbors, and work colleagues line the walls. The mourners speak in hushed tones. Many people grieve, with tear-stained faces, while also displaying smiles of remembrance. The sickeningly sweet scent of flowers lingers as somber organ music fills…