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Tick Tock

So . . . a couple weeks ago I got slammed with bone-wracking chills and fever. Of course, everyone said "Covid". My family and friends brought me those home tests (dropped them off and ran like hell). But I was already vaxxed, boosted and re-tested to within an inch of my life, and my life…Read more Tick Tock

REMEMBERING THE DAYS OF OLD

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields My daughter is gone. I sit at this peaceful place she made for herself and wish she’d come home. I miss her so much. John tells me again that the woman standing in the doorway is my daughter, and that he is my son. Oh, John, you know our son…Read more REMEMBERING THE DAYS OF OLD

There’s Method in My Murders

Dial M for Murder 1954 It’s a bit harder for a mystery writer to come up with murder methods today. I don't mean it's harder to find them. It's just that readers are more sophisticated and expect police and even amateur detectives to work with much more difficult scenarios. Your villain has to be wilier…Read more There’s Method in My Murders

The Desert or the Woods?

What’s more mysterious? When I first moved to Vermont from the southwest, I was as enchanted as I was told I should be by every New Englander I met. The green everywhere felt like I’d fallen into a fairy tale. The soft air caressed my face instead of dragging hot dry fingernails across it. And…Read more The Desert or the Woods?

A quick one:

I wrote this 100-word story from the following picture prompt, posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the Friday Fictioneers. What struck me was that the room seemed so empty, so I wrote a story that is along the lines of "be careful what you wish for": The Children's Room Monica simply wished Joey would stop jumping…Read more A quick one:

Celebrating the Dreamers

And no, I’m not talking about the immigrant children who grew up to become unpapered Americans. That’s a political question for another time, perhaps. I’m referring to those of us who suffered the impatience of loved ones when we wanted to spend our lives on things that would never make us rich, might not even…Read more Celebrating the Dreamers

Hope and Solstices

© Eugenia Parrish 2021 Dear Folks: This blog has never had an absolute purpose (you may have noticed). My posts are mostly of two kinds: either small stories I wanted to share or bits of simple musing. I love it when folks respond to either kind (kindly), and I wanted to take a moment to…Read more Hope and Solstices

“Changing Values”

I have been a bit busy ('tis the season!), so this is my first Friday Fictioneers post in a while. For those who don't know, every week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a photo prompt on her blog "Addicted to Purple". The rules are: no more than 100 words! If you're feeling like a storyteller and want…Read more “Changing Values”

ONE EPIDEMIC LEADS TO ANOTHER?

I often find that things happening out in the world will trigger a writer’s plotlines and characters. But sometimes they just get me to wondering. For instance, I recently read that this country is suffering from an “epidemic of violence”. Well, I thought, that’s kind of silly — this has always been a violent country.…Read more ONE EPIDEMIC LEADS TO ANOTHER?

Crime Bake 2021

Exciting times! Last weekend I attended (in person – first time in two years!) the New England Crime Bake conference for writers and readers in Boston, Massachusetts. I was proud to be chosen as one of three Honorable Mentions for the 2021 Al Blanchard Short Crime Fiction contest. The winner was Joseph S. Walker, and…Read more Crime Bake 2021