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
It could never work We are from two very different worlds Your family would never approve And you would never fit through my door. But, oh, what a kiss. @annieshortstories
Follow on Instagram Beauty. I was walking through my day, marking my time in all the usual ways. Then in one moment, I looked over, and everything changed. The ordinary became the extraordinary, the drab flashed and refuse became art. Inevitably, it was fleeting. As a good steward of the planet, I recycled it. #annieshortstories
Follow on Instagram At the end of a crappy day, I needed a warm lift. I set my little espresso machine to go and went to shed my work clothes for my comfy on-the-couch-clothes. When I returned, there was no doubt who understood me, who knew what I needed to brighten my dreary day. Not…
Follow on Instagram Bertie, Gertrude, and Candi were looking forward to their tropical vaca. Candi packed the tanning oil and beach hats. Gertrude managed the maps and tunes. Bertie was in charge of snacks. Loaded up and ready for takeoff, in blew a sudden storm. Alas, their flight was canceled. Instead of getting their feathers…
Follow on Instagram I am the keeper of the eggs. Each morning I carefully gather them from their fluffy spot. A gift from my lovely ducks. If I should forget to do my job, four webbed feet flip-flap over to me. Tilted feathered heads look up and raucously remind me, that I am the keeper…
Annie DeMoranville 