Mary Haynes
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Mary Haynes splits her time between a romantic old sailboat in tropical waters and a beach home in Ontario. A wanderer, by fate, she embraces wherever she roams! Mary recently completed her first children’s book, “Who Ate My Peppers?”
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The Ever After Glow
Sandy’s son, Michael, visited his mom in the assisted living facility. He chatted about his hunt for a sailboat to live on and cruise the Caribbean. Sandy’s initial reaction was negative, she wanted him close to her, but as she listened, she started to dream about spending time in warm turquoise waters.
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Fiction
Tech Overload
It had been one of those weeks from hell! Anna turned down Friday night drinks with the office crew. She usually enjoyed the banter, but her tolerance level for shop talk was absent. She felt she might slug the first person who used a buzzword. She’d heard them all week, and she was done!
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Fiction
Through the Porthole
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The small portholes offered a limited view of the boats bobbing up and down in the anchorage. Tia was only twelve when the bombs decimated the levies, and the ocean washed the city away. She opened the door to peek outside and was swept away as the water carried her home into the sea.
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Fiction
The Turkey Bone
The holiday dinners were over. The Christmas dishes were stored in the closet for another year. All the decorations had been carted to the storeroom along with the old artificial pine tree, wrapped in plastic. Anne still found the occasional "pine" needle the tree had dropped as she dusted. She carefully picked up the framed Christmas photos of her grandchildren. She ran her fingers lovingly over each one. They're all another year older.
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Families
Lifeline in a Box
Sloan heard the humming just outside her front door. Pressing her eye against the peephole, she saw a large drone hovering outside her door. She instinctively ducked, a habit she'd adapted since she left Hollywood. Rocking back and forth on the floor, she sang her mantra, "Everything's going to be all right, all right, all right, all right." The humming stopped, and she crawled up and peered out again. There was nothing in sight. She sat quietly until the rumbling in her stomach grew too loud to ignore. Slapping her belly, she yelled, "Fine! You win, stomach. I'll try to find something."
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Fiction
