I Don’t

The bouquet bit Tina’s palms; the sun burned through her veil. At the altar, she remembered the lipstick stain and unfamiliar phone number, discovered in last week’s laundry. “I do,” he said, too lightly. Her mother swooned at her reply. Photo by Shardayyy Photography on Unsplash

A Fresh Take

In my defense, it was a brilliant idea at the time. The old corner store was ready for the wrecking ball, but I looked past the scuffed checkerboard linoleum, ancient green cash register and decades of old convenience store displays.  In my imagination I peeled the large butcher paper signs from the plate glass windows, … Continue reading A Fresh Take