by Valorie Quesenberry | May 10, 2018 | beach, daughters, mothers, shells, short story, weddings
“I’m going to walk along the beach.” I drop the words over my shoulder as I walk past the recliner where my husband sits. I touch his arm; he half-smiles, his eyes lazy with fatigue. “Okay. But don’t stay too long; I want to take you out for supper.” I...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 9, 2017 | children, Christmas, mothers, short story, stress
The calendar on the refrigerator had so many dates circled it looked like a geometry test. The kitchen sink was piled with white bowls and plates like a mouth crowded with teeth. A laundry basket in the hallway grinned mockingly, the red sock hanging over the side...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 4, 2017 | Christmas, December, manger, mothers, short story
Deena slipped off her shoes and leaned against the side of her cahier’s cubby hole. Only fifteen minutes left on her shift. The endless cacophony of beeps from the store’s computerized sales’ machines was winding down. The shoppers who remained now were the usual...
