“Do you want to dance by the light of the moon, Katie, like the old folk song says?” “Don’t be a nerd. I’m no buffalo gal.” “You have no sense of adventure.” “Let me guess, Asher. You find the moon romantic.” “It’s brightening up a dark blue sky; we’re lying on a blanket in a New Mexico desert. Nothing could create a better mood.” “It’s big and bright alright. It’s looming up there, reminding us we have no power and no control over what happens. It makes me feel small—and alo

A couple sat holding hands that were wrinkled, spotted, and painted with age. They sat upon a baby blue blanket, the one their infant son, J

This is my entry to a Flash Fiction challenge sponsored by Indies Unlimited. With this photo (attribution K.S. Brooks) and the following writing prompt, the challenge was to write flash fiction of 250 words. Writing Prompt: Donovan basked lazily in the hammock as the gentle Caribbean breeze caressed him. Alone on this tiny out-of-the-way island, he could at last live the simple life. Here, he could just let time wash over him. He ate fresh fish and crab and fruit. He didn’t h