The girl saw the pile of sail cloth in the corner of the hut. The cloth’s edges were frayed and the canvas was streaked with dirt. These were scraps, she was pretty sure. Too small and irregular to really do anything with, except maybe patch sails. She stood from the bench and brushed bread crumbs … Continue reading Canvas roars
The sky was clear for miles. The sun rose over calm seas, and not a cloud marred the deep blue endlessness above. Off the bow, soft morning light pinked the beach and warmed the green of the palms and the lush tropical mountains that rose out of the ocean. “I think we can make it … Continue reading Squall
She woke in the cool cabin of the boat. It was dark but with a touch of blue light that hinted more was on its way. She shifted next to her husband and heard the creak of the mooring ropes as the boat shifted under her motion. Water gurgled against the hull. She sat up … Continue reading Horizon
I spent this weekend devouring a novel. I can’t remember the last time I started a book on a Friday and finished it on a Sunday. It made me so happy to feast on fiction again! After being let down by a book I had been excited to read, I went into this one with little hope. I allowed myself a little … Continue reading Fiction jubilation
“Just a touch,” he said, his eyebrows up, his hands clenched, worried his student would muddy the thing. “A dab is all it takes,” he said, and watched Julian dip the swab too deep in the stain, like his daughter did when she painted her nails, an activity that also made him wince. She’d dip … Continue reading Cotton swabs
Fingernail scythes, scattered on the bathroom floor. She grunted. “What’s the point of clipping over the waste bin when the clippings fly everywhere?” She moved the bin back to its corner. He’d left it there by the toilet, where he sat when he trimmed his nails. He held his hands a foot above the can, … Continue reading Fingernail clippings
Butterfly Mind 