sex

Housesitting

the key, I hid it

Moving Day

Sitting in the corner booth of the Old Town Diner, I've got today's paper spread out on the table and a yellow marker in hand – wanted, apartment for rent.  I'm on my third cup of coffee when Terry walks in. He sidles up and places an arm around my shoulders. “Whatcha doin', Ruby, my jewel? You’re just the person I’ve been wantin' to see.”

I heave a sigh in his direction. “Trying to find some place to live. I don’t think I can take another minute with my mother.”

Regret is Looking in Your Mother's Mirror as the Summer Starts to Fade

Jack lifts his head from the crook of his arm. Across the counter, he spies a bartender’s face reflected in the mirror behind shelves of liquor.

Super-Short Summer Serial Challenge

What happens when you cross flash fiction with serialized fiction?

Watch here for installments of my latest short story: Regret is Looking in Your Mother's Mirror as the Summer Starts to Fade.

I'll be telling an original serialized story in nine or more installments, with each installment less than five hundred words. These installments will be available on this website throughout July. At the end of the month, I'll submit my completed story to Declaration Editing to be considered as one of five serials published in a special e-journal.

The genesis of this story came from a prompt in my four-person writing group. We each had to come up with a feeling, a time, a "mother," and a "mirror." My feeling was "regret," and the time was late summer, 1995, the night Cal Ripken broke Lou Gehrig's streak.

This is also my first attempt to tackle memoir in a new style and perspective.

If you would like to read the short story in one sitting, a PDF copy is attached.

Let me know what you think.

Lani Jo

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