Cheryl Snell's Blog, page 6
July 31, 2022
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June 20, 2022
The Write-In: 'The Portrait Confronts the Artist' by Cheryl Snell
The Write-In: 'The Portrait Confronts the Artist' by Cheryl Snell: Where is my belly? I blacked it out . What about the kit and caboodle inside? That, too. It was just a jumble of beginnings . Did you see ...
June 13, 2022
Preventative Medicine at Microfiction Monday Magazine
Before her legs gave out, she climbed into bed. Thought she could better track her body’s factories there. If she lay back and listened hard enough to the warnings–high winds rushing from ear to ear, vision blurring like raindrops on a windshield–she should have enough time to summon help. She looked at the brass bell she kept on the bedside table, a duplicate of the one her mother had used during her final illness. She’d ring the clapper dumb, never realizing the ringing in her ears was, as her friends liked to say, all in her head.
June 8, 2022
June 7, 2022
Reserved
published by 6S. Just before Dad died he sent me to the lab for blood work. I felt fine, so I was annoyed – two days before Christmas and my shopping wasn’t even finished! I don’t know why he arbitrarily had to pick tonight, I complained in the car, partly to break the silence between my brother and me. “It wasn’t arbitrary,” he snapped. “Dad marked it on his calendar a while ago.” We turned into the parking space marked with his name, never imagining we’d turn back years later to find exactly where the future had been cordoned off, our father’s name mounted on a plaque, rising into the air. ... published by Six Sentences
Reserved... Just before Dad died he sent me to the lab ...
Reserved... Just before Dad died he sent me to the lab for blood work. I felt fine, so I was annoyed – two days before Christmas and my shopping wasn’t even finished! I don’t know why he arbitrarily had to pick tonight, I complained in the car, partly to break the silence between my brother and me. “It wasn’t arbitrary,” he snapped. “Dad marked it on his calendar a while ago.” We turned into the parking space marked with his name, never imagining we’d turn back years later to find exactly where the future had been cordoned off, our father’s name mounted on a plaque, rising into the air. ... published by Six Sentences
May 19, 2022
Entropy Squared-- A Story in 100 Words-- I Overhear my Grandmother in a Dream
My drabble featuring a composite grandma is up now at A Story in 100 Words, thanks to Doc Collins.
