Patti Marrs Magill
Bio
Retired Corporate Flight Attendant, pursuing new careers in writing and education. I have 4 adult children, 6 grandchildren, and live in Central California. Currently I am taking on students to tutor in reading and writing.
Stories (23)
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Please Come In
Please Come In The forgotten room was quiet now. It sat at the far end of a long, dim hallway inside a place no architect had ever drawn, and no human foot had ever stepped inside. The walls were wallpapered with memory, peeling at the edges, some corners bright as sunlight, others shadowed with dust. A shag carpet from the 1970’s covered the floor in bold burnt-orange swirls. A stack of vinyl records leaned against one wall, a Polaroid camera hung from a hook by the door, and an old concert wristband lay curled like a dried leaf on the dresser.
By Patti Marrs Magill2 months ago in Fiction
The Room That Remembered Her
The New (Old) Home Mary Alden had only been in the big house on Briarwick Hill for three weeks, but it still didn’t feel like hers. It felt like a place that tolerated her the way adults sometimes tolerated children; politely, distantly, with just enough warmth to not seem cruel. Her father and his new wife, Clarissa, kept saying it would feel like home “soon enough.” But “soon enough” was what grown-ups said when they didn’t know the real answer.
By Patti Marrs Magill2 months ago in Fiction
The One Who Watched Over Me
Dear Moon, From the moment I first looked up and saw your soft glow through my bedroom window, you have been my quiet companion. When the world felt too loud, when tears slipped down my cheeks in the dark, you were there; calm, steady, and beautiful. You never asked anything of me. You simply shone, and somehow that was enough to remind me that I wasn’t alone.
By Patti Marrs Magill2 months ago in Poets
