• Story Hour,  Words

    Story Hour: Momentum

    “Slow down, dammit! You’re going to wreck the car!” I still didn’t know why I had let Ronnie drive. He didn’t even have a valid license. Now here I was, sitting beltless in the passenger seat, as he maneuvered his way down a road full of hairpin turns at breakneck speed. “Relax. I know this road.” Maybe he did, but I knew my car. It wasn’t aerodynamically inclined for curves at all. It was simply a box for driving like normal human beings on any given road. “I don’t care, it’s my car. Slow down, now!” Even as the words floated into the empty space between us, I saw it…

  • Story Hour,  Words

    Story Hour: For the Love of Johnny

    Alice tried to remember who had given her the key. The skeleton key reminded her of a horror flick she’d once watched. With interest, she noted the top of the key had the shape of a heart. If only she could remember who had given it to her, then she might remember what it was for. She no longer found life fun; at her age, her bones creaked almost as badly as her bed did. Her hair, while still silky, no longer held its opulent brown and had yielded to the overpowering silver over the years. She had given up on letter writing, as arthritis curled and crippled her fingers…