by Valorie Quesenberry | Feb 23, 2018 | coffee, jungle, love, missionary, New England, short story, wedding
Bistro tables scattered at angles on a plank floor. Book-lined shelves flanking a stone fireplace. Leather chairs placed in little nooks. A glossy counter scuffed with years of scrapes from coffee mugs. Normally, it was the kind of place that Rayne Hartwell would...
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...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Jan 16, 2018 | abortion, babies, coffee, hamburgers, hope, January, pregnancy, sanctity of life, short story, special needs, waitress, White Castle, winter
sliders by the sack I work the night shift; eleven to seven. That means I see a sampling of the people, vocations and tragedies in my city. Nurses on their way home from the ER or surgery or cancer ward stop for a high-carb snack. Garbage truck drivers come in...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 24, 2017 | Bethlehem, birth, Christ, Christmas, December, Jesus, Joseph, manger, Mary, Nativity, short story
I rubbed my swollen stomach and grimaced as my foot slipped on a loose stone in the road. Dust swirled around my sandals and clung to my clothing. The crowd of people traveling with us grew with each mile. Surely that meant we were nearing our destination. By sheer...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 22, 2017 | Christmas, December, hospital, newborn, NICU, nurse, short story
Christmas Eve. Sure enough, not a creature was stirring, but that was because it was 11:00 pm in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit of Parkland Memorial Health Center and the little ones were too sick to be active. McKendra Gordon sank into an empty swivel chair at...
