Patricia Ann Thompson
Bio
I enjoy writing about places, things and memories. I did a lot of writing in college. Now my writing sits in a folder on my desk. Ready to try some new things.
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Anxiety
Anxiety, my old friend. It seems I've lived with you my whole life. I do remember a time before you came to live with me. I was small, four, five, that happy age were the sun came up, Dad went to work. Mom cooked, cleaned the house. I can still smell the fresh laundry when she would bring it in from outside. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans from dad's garden. Life was nice. I knew mom wasn't always happy. Her and dad argued about things, they were loud, dad would get an odd look on his face, clench his fists, jaw, I could see a darkness, just for a moment and then it would be gone. He would go out to his beehives, his garden, he would hoe the rows, till there was a slick sheen of sweat on his forehead.
By Patricia Ann Thompson4 years ago in Humans
Sparkey
I remember the first day we met Sparkey, sitting quietly in a pen of loud, barking puppies. We had gone to the town animal shelter to find a new family member. She was a little ball of black fur, just a small splotch of white on her chest. Oh, she was so quiet, dainty. The perfect addition to our family of five.
By Patricia Ann Thompson4 years ago in Petlife
The Field. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
Standing, staring off across the overgrown field. I catch my breath and head north to the old house site. Along the fence, posts have fallen in places. Barbed wire, broken, no cattle roam these fields now.
By Patricia Ann Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
