Improbable Story

She thought she was home until the second moon appeared. She thought she was home, because everything looked exactly as she remembered it: the path to the front door of her cottage home, guarded by tall hollyhocks and delphiniums, the moss on the stone by the pond, the scent of the rain. For sure she… Continue reading

Being Marie Celeste

Marie Celeste fumbled with the keys on the doorstep of the quaint old house, trying to figure out which one would fit the antique keyhole and feeling kind of awkward as she handled the eerily large key ring like some sort of medieval housekeeper. The thing was ridiculously heavy, and it made Marie Celeste wonder… Continue reading

My name is Rosemary

“This is my room!” Rosemary thought. She couldn’t remember how she got there, or anything else about her life before being in it. From the rocker she was resting in she could see playful blue and golden patterns on the wall and large French doors that opened onto a balcony overlooking the ocean. The wind… Continue reading

The candle

She kept the candle lit, so luck would find her, that’s what her grandmother had taught her since she was a little girl. “Light a candle,” grandma said, “so your heart is also filled with light!” Wouldn’t you know it, that candle brought her many things over the years, not just luck alone: hope through… Continue reading

Mrs. Thornby gathered dust

Mrs. Thornby looked up to the sky to assess the state of the weather, and since it seemed to be cooperating, she continued, at a speed that defied her age, dragging her feet a little like a bratty child, to kick up the dust. Her sensible demeanor made it look like she had somewhere very… Continue reading

The room

The glow emanating from the chamber floor cast a halo, a constantly moving iridescent pool of light that delicately caressed her hair. Her mother always told her how lucky she was to have these wonderful tresses. They attracted the attention and commentary of numerous great-aunts, acquaintances and quite a few busy bodies because of their… Continue reading

Sara

Sara stared intently at the white sheet and rested the tip of the pen on the top right corner of the paper, hesitating. She didn’t know how to start the letter to her mother who had rigorous standards for the quality of writing: a brilliant psychiatry professor, she tended to run everything she read through… Continue reading

Choices

Have you ever pondered on how your life happened? Everybody looks back when they are old enough on the seemingly minor or obviously life changing decisions that shaped their past and present, but this is an exercise that only works retrospectively, without the benefit of repair. Some decisions were evidently good, judging by the results,… Continue reading

The box

“You are wrong, there are only ten.” “No, there are not, trust me, there are eleven.” “Ten.” “Eleven.” “You don’t know what you are talking about, there are twelve”, said a skinny youngster with an unsteady adolescent voice that broke on strong vowels like a yodel. “Care to count them, nerd-face?”  a tall girl with glasses… Continue reading

Rosalie’s perfumes

She stirred the mix gently, watching it turn bright lime green. The rounded bottom of the test tube remained lightly coated with the oily liquid for a while, making the glass look green too. Rosalie brought the little vessel closer to her nostrils and took in the fragrance in a slow deep breath. It smelled… Continue reading