Rennie turned the corner and froze. There he was. She turned left, turned right but there was nowhere to hide. Smack dab in the middle of the hallway, her goose was cooked as soon as Arvin turned her way.
“Rennie! Hi!” He skipped toward her and she cringed. Men did not skip and neither should sixteen year old boys.
“Arvin, hey.” She peered over his shoulder and hoped she might find a good Samaritan to rescue her but none appeared. Continue reading
I just returned from a visit to the parental units in NC. If the trip out there from the west coast was Dorian Gray, the trip home was his hidden portrait. A day after I began my trip, I finally stepped across my own threshold. I was home at last, twenty four hours and seventy-five dollars poorer.
My first sign of trouble? My gate did not have my flight posted. I checked the monitor and bad news, my flight was delayed an hour due to an unscheduled refueling stop. Too bad my connection in Denver only allowed for forty-five minutes. You’d have thought when I checked my bag, the computer would have flagged me. To the customer service desk I trotted.
“Oh yeah, we’ll reroute you through Nashville then to Phoenix then to Portland. Only two more hours added to your flight, not so bad.” Continue reading
Claire Gillian 