Left on a dusty shelf in a dark corner of a secondhand store. A hidden treasure, ignored and neglected. I brought it home, cleaned it up, and stationed it on my desk. There it sat, silenced by smaller, faster, more mobile instruments. Still, I loved its sleek, strong presence, evoking thoughts of rainy night mysteries.…
I may not look like much But oh, the places I go Over rainbows and behind waterfalls Into secret, mystical portals Magic begins with the push of a pedal Hop on… #annieshortstories
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.…
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
I am still trying to process Cuba and Havana. But I will tell you I left a bit of my heart there. It began with a snafu with our room reservations that showed us the heart of the people of Cuba. We were without a place to stay for all of ten minutes. And our…
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…
