This innocent looking spiral bound stack of papers hides big secrets. Not clandestine loves. Nor top secret codes. No family mysteries, or long lost recipes. Instead, it’s filled with anger and disappointment and frustration. Written down, locked away, relieving me of their burdens. Much like Pandora’s Box, it must not be opened. Words have power.…
A cool cat being cool Loving life Wondering why you don’t follow his example And be a cool cat, too #annieshortstories
Mary may have had a little lamb with snow white fleece but I have a fluffy creamy duckling who follows me everywhere. And never shuts up. #annieshortstories
When the world becomes too much, and thoughts are muddled, time alone is a necessity. Significant perspective and peace can be gained by hanging out with the dead. They understand the value of silence. #annieshortstories
I was walking along the beach when I looked up to see an old love running toward me. I was jolted. I looked into his eyes, unbelieving. He nodded a smile without any recognition. I was not surprised. Decades of life and thousands of miles separated us. And while he was precisely where I thought he would be, I was…
There is something about a winter sky. The incredible beauty. The pause. The anticipation. All things seem possible. Instagram short stories, follow along here or on Instagram: #annieshortstories
Magical things happen to me. And often friends are around to witness it. Take my latest trip to the mountains for a Holiday Festival. Small town. Lots of people. No parking. None. We drove around twice, when I stopped for Saint Nicholas to cross the street – no really, Saint Nicholas, complete with vestments, miter…
