by Valorie Quesenberry | Sep 8, 2018 | bookstore, coffee, college Bible college, freshman, library, romance, roommates, siblings
Sonoma slapped the cover of the book shut and stared out the window. The campus of the little Christian college was pretty in the autumn. Sugar maples and oaks scattered colorful leaves like a child shaking glitter from a bottle. The afternoon sun cast a tawny glow...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Jun 30, 2018 | EMT, fireworks, July 4th, missions, romance, short story
It really burned. As many times as Callie had attended fireworks events on the 4th of July, she had never had a spark fall on her until now. It had been an unusually beautiful burst of color. She had been absorbed in watching it until the last glimmer faded,...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Jun 23, 2018 | bicycle, dog tags, orchard, repair, retirement Florida, romance, short story, summer, war
Stella couldn’t imagine life without her bicycle. As she pushed her ten-speed down the sidewalk toward the repair shop, she had to smile to herself. She could practically chronicle her life in bicycles. She remembered the first bike she ever...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Mar 2, 2018 | bomber, dry cleaning, father, jacket, romance, short story, world war 2
( a story set in vintage times)There was a hole the size of a saucer in the bomber jacket. Allison Jean Hopkins stared at it and wanted to weep. The steamy finishing room was almost intolerable by this time of day, and her frustration meter was already in the red...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Feb 11, 2018 | Indiana, officer, Ohio, police, romance, short story, wedding
Gracie Peters pushed the gas pedal harder and fought against her better judgment. A girl had a right to a trip now and then, even if it was only to see her sister-in-law in the next state. Ka-thump. She put her ear close to the window. A flat tire? She craned...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Jan 27, 2018 | marriage license, Norman Rockwell, pastor, rain, romance, short story, umbrella
It’s a bit fanciful, a bit fairytale-ish, but still fun. This little story was inspired by my own mother’s fondness for this Norman Rockwell original as well as my personal sentiment for the romance of rainy days. Enjoy. Rae powered off the computer...
