Storygram #155
The day is just right, enough to freeze the lake to a solid floor but no breeze to chill the bones. My thermos is filled with 16 ounces of hot cocoa, and my heart is filled with high hopes that the fish are biting.
Storygram #131
Had her husband not perished in the mining accident the previous year, he would be filling her home with laughter and music from his guitar while she knitted and waited on the oven to ding. But silence is all that filled her home now.
Storygram #107
The bell tower chimed for its midday fill of admiration from the busy streets below. Everyone stopped in their tracks to gaze at it, as was their custom. But the tower was rarely the subject of their murmurs.
Storygram #75
She watched as he turned the ball in his hand, searching for the perfect grip on that red seam as he prepared himself for the first pitch of the game. He looked up and made brief eye contact with her, as though he could sense a commonality between them.
Storygram #48
A patch of dirt in the center of his entire cantaloupe patch looked as though it were bulging upward. He tiptoed over to it and brushed the dirt away…