Gayle

Joined February 2021

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Grammy and just love to write here in sunny Florida.

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Sleeping Dragon
The tiny girl walked along the edge of the silent water. It was early, too early for most folks to be up, but Tina was always up before dawn and no matter how hard they tried her parents could not teach her to sleep late. So, they resorted to a tracing device inside her shoes. This vacation Tina slipped out every morning and walked the shoreline of the lake seeking adventure. Every other morning, she had to settle for the small frogs, fish, or occasional turtle to give her something to talk about.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
My Home
My Home Wrapping a brand-new baby in a soft warm blanket, Binging her home amidst the accolades and well-meaning advice,
By Gayle4 years ago in Poets
Aging
Aging Taking care of momma is not as easy as one thinks. As age creeps up on momma, age also creeps up on me. Momma is moving into her late eighties now, that puts me in my late sixties. She has been slipping quicker lately, unable to express what she wants makes her less insistent, but it also makes it harder to care for her. She teeters between “I don’t care” and “I won’t do it.”
By Gayle4 years ago in Families
Forbidden
Forbidden The darkness had just covered the path, the was but a sliver of silver hanging in the western sky. Tiny hands and feet appeared, but only to the sharpest eye. This little one was well versed in the art of concealing oneself. She slipped across the path in the black shadow of a very large oak tree, traveling on all fours making it difficult to distinguish the nature of the tiny creature. Silently removing two stones allowed room to slip through the wall.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Apparition
Frozen Apparition The stillness was unnerving, Sam sat watching the pond, the ice was solid, she knew that. But she could not make herself go there; it had been two years since her father had disappeared beneath the frozen crust. The dark water had swallowed him, even after the thaw his body was never recovered. He was teaching Sam’s older brother to ice fish. Winters were hard and protein was scarce, and occasional rabbit or bird was all they ever ate. Fish were their only real source of meat.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Lilly's Legacy
It was nearing midnight, Lilly again checked the sky, clouds covered the full moon. She smiled and sat back down, she had time. At around 3 the clouds would move on, and she would be at her destination. She had walked the trail several times in the past week, always while the clouds covered the moon, it took a bit less than an hour to get there, Lilly moved slowly these days. At three forty the tide would be coming in and she would be waiting.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Night Lights
Danny called Susie on the little walkie talkie, “The blue is coming in it just showed up in the north sky.” He didn’t wait for her answer, he had talked to her just a moment ago. Jumping on his bike he took off pedaling as fast as he could.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Whirlwind
Sitting atop the most experienced cowpony her father owned Annie watched in horror as the herd began to stampede. There were easily in excess of a thousand head of longhorn/brahma mix. Annie was set up for evening watch, most of the herd had settled in for the night so this should have been a simple stretch of watch. Out of seemingly nowhere a bolt of lightening cracked, a deafening sound as it split the old ponderosa pine down the middle. The mare had jumped but stayed in place, the cattle began lowing, then raging in full stampede mode, heading in a southern direction, back toward home. But home was already sixty miles away.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Bride by Mail
Darkness consumed her for a few moments after the man’s hand had covered both her mouth and nose. She now wished the darkness had stayed with her. She tried to fight but they just laughed, she couldn’t see their faces, they covered her eyes, now she gagged nearly suffocating, she couldn’t cry out for help. She had just stepped out of the out-building behind the station and suddenly they were dragging her into a barn, she could smell the hay and manure, heard the animals snorting, she saw nothing the man had his hands over her eyes. To her horror another tied a gag in her mouth. Eventually they tied another kerchief over her eyes. Holding her down they took turns, there were three she learned. No escape. No help. The smell of liquor, the groping hands, and mouths and the painful invasion of her innocence, again and again. Assaulted front and back until she thought they would tear her in two. After an eternity they seemed tired of their game and left her sobbing in pain and humiliation.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Deep Fear
Grabbing another glow stick Tony stuffed it into his belt. He drew the belt tighter he didn’t need to lose another one and watch it fall into the inky black depths below. He leaned closer to the still form on the only patch of soft sand in the cavern. She was asleep, a troubled one for sure, the pain must be intense. Once more he checked the tightly wrapped strips of what had been his shirt, no new blood since he had checked it ten minutes ago.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Sassy Knows
The doorbell rang and Destiny was sure she knew who it was, she did not want to answer that bell. It rang again, they knew she was here, she had told them she was. With her legs feeling like lead and a stomach that consisted of Jell-O, Destiny rose from the table and made her way slowly to the door. She could see the uniforms through the glass panels one on each side of the solid oak door. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands flat against the carved face of a mustang, she put her forehead against the horse’s forehead. The mustang her husband had spent countless hours carving just for her.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Dreams. Top Story - July 2021.
Frozen Dreams Making her way slowly through the melting snow, Annie began to realize she may have waited too long. The chill of the early evening was becoming deeper, and she pulled her wrap tighter around her frail neck. Resolutely she trudged on, her thick rubber golashes crunching in the icy grass, they were beginning to take on the cold, only the two pair of wool socks kept her feet warm against the frozen elements.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction