I did not know what they meant. A girl of 14, truly away from home for the first time. They were simply subjects in my frame, a girl shaking the disposable camera entrusted to her for the first time.Continue reading “The White Rows”
It was almost whimsical, spending Halloween in the country where it all began. Drawing on our American stereotypes, we decided to visit the castle nearest to us, which happened to be Bunratty Castle and Folk Park between Ennis and Limerick.Continue reading “Halloween at Bunratty Castle”
There was a girl who binged TV a lot. Her mother said her brain would rot. “Don’t worry, Mother, you’re thinking of my brother, who became an alien robot.” “No, I didn’t,” my brother cried. “I only used them to catch a ride! “Mother looked down, face all afrown, to see the snail that had replied. Continue reading TV Rots Your Brain
Not sure where else to go, I turned toward the bridge. The trees once serene, now looked threatening, reaching out to grab me. I ran past them as they closed around the entrance. I prayed they would provide enough cover. I hadn’t seen the figure after the bend, but I could feel it, stalking me. Continue reading “Bridging Fate”
“How many scoops can I get?”
“How many toppings can I get?”
“You don’t need more than two.”
“Well, can I get it in a waffle cone?”
“I don’t care.”Continue reading “Ted & Wally’s: A Scoop of Nostalgia”
Everyone sees something different depending on where they are looking from. Continue reading Looking At The Future
Matted, patchy in places, what is left of my fur makes me look mangy, I know. But I don’t mind. Even when some of them grimaced when they had to touch me. But you never did, you only ever smiled to see me, no matter what I looked like. Even through puffy eyes and cheeks running with tears, a corner of your mouth would turn up for me.
It might not seem like it to all of them, but I think we had a pretty good go of it together. Not so long in years, but many in grand adventures. Continue reading “The Purple Door”
“GO BIG RED!!!!”
Screamed by voices big and small, high and low, it was almost always followed by an echo ranging from a whisper to a sweeping roar. And that was what I was most unprepared for, the deafening noise of the “Sea of Red.” Continue reading “The Nebraska Pilgrimage”
It was the uncertainty – not knowing what was just ahead of me in the dim light. The next flash of light gave me just enough time to make out a trio of silhouettes and the body of a horse lying in the mud.
“This is not a test. Nuclear missiles have been sighted off the coast of the United States, seek shelter immediately.” Continue reading “A Bomb Shelter and a Book”