Category Archives: Studio30+

Guest Pass: {Trifecta/Studio 30 Plus}

  The ice melted in Daphne’s glass as her eyes scanned the crowd. Without tasting the libation she lifted it  to her lips and tried to not to lock gazes with anyone in particular. Standing among them draped in blue satin she mused, these are my people and yet they are not. Some knew her…

There’s the Girl {Write on Edge, Trifecta, Studio30+}

Was she here? Cradling his wife’s hand and striding along the planks of the boardwalk, he could swear he could feel her. Their children buzzed around them, grabbing at the waterlogged dollar bills he fished from his wallet and bounding off toward the buzzing lights of the arcade,  while he tried to ignore the sweet…

Sweet Squabble {Write On Edge, Trifecta, Studio 30+}

A black cloud of misunderstanding had descended over them while Darcy’s mother followed her from room to room; silently crashing into the exasperated sighs she kept throwing over her shoulder. Time to change tactics she mused. “Mom!” she stopped abruptly and spun around, “Stop being so… so… sooooo pedantic about this!” Darcy savored the satisfied…

The Beau of the Blue Hairs {Write on Edge, Studio30+, Trifecta}

This image courtesy of F3D3.86 via Flickr Creative Commons     Mr. Abernathy had a deliberate gait. He did not stride or stroll. Instead his walking stick tapped out his arrival like Morse code on the linoleum near the nurse’s station. His bow tie was magenta, a crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath a…

Embrace the Hue {Write on Edge /Studio30+}

    Hattie couldn’t breathe; just the simple act of inhaling and exhaling air was draining her energy. The phone hung loosely in her hand and she stared at it, even as the far away voice coming through the speaker continued its tirade of vicious, hateful words. She apologized, fought back, even cajoled with a…

The Answer to My Prayer May Require a Miracle {Master Class/Studio 30+}

Maisy tossed the bread back onto the shelf and then grabbed hold of it, using it as leverage to pull herself to her feet. She rubbed her aching hip, the collateral damage of years of insistence on wearing three inch heels. Reduced to kitten heels in her sixties; she still clucked her tongue in judgment…

Jekyll & Hide {Write On Edge, Trifecta, Studio30+}

Griffin stood at the mirror and expertly fashioned a half Windsor. Pushing the knot against his Adam’s apple, he fingered the Hermes silk. Satisfied and mildly aroused by his own reflection, he grabbed his briefcase, breezing past his assistant. “Please do not disturb me this evening, Darla.” She didn’t look up, “Of course, Mr. Emmett….

Ever Mine (Trifecta, WOE, Studio 30+)

  The courthouse was noisy, people coming and going, lawyers juggling cell phones and their paralegals straggling behind, arms full of blue backed briefs. Amie and Lauren stood in the middle of the daily chaos, smiling at one another. Lauren broke the spell, speaking first, her voice a reverent whisper “Can you believe this?” “Just…

Can You Hear That? {The Sydney Sessions} (Studio 30+)

Sydney glanced at the clock and flopped back in the chair. It was almost over. This hour. This agony. This bullshit. He’d tricked her into talking for forty five minutes, prodded her with sympathetic looks and veiled promises of the pills she coveted. Cradling her aching head, her stomach swarmed with the panic of full…

Hard to Resist (Master Class)

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. Figuratively, of course. I mean, who the hell would try to fit themselves into a sink, kitchen or otherwise, at my age? It’s more of an idiom. You know that saying, ‘everything but the kitchen sink’?   Yeah. That. You see, I met a guy (isn’t there…

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