Daily Post One Word Prompt – Stubborn

Daily Post One Word Prompt

He got it from me, that brother no longer here. Wrapped now in the softness of forgiveness and yet, to me, stinking hate and pain and misery. And his mother, also no longer, who picked the wrong boy to save.

She should have fought for the invisible one, the quiet one. The forgotten one. She cried through the funeral, but never for me. For that, he’d had to die.

I visit the graves on important days, never leaving mementos behind. What use do they have for flowers or flags or tears. Why does it take those things to make us remember?

Invisible is the color of a sociopath. Stubbornness its name. I love my quiet family.



Daily Post One Word Prompt 7-8-2016


The Neighbors, Part 1

There are those among us who live false lives. Nasty men. Vicious women. Forgotten children. You will never see them. They pretend normalcy; friends and neighbors and co-workers. Inside they are monsters.

Am I one? Some things are best discovered on your own.

They moved in in late July, one rusty truck filled with rickety furniture, broken plastic toys and a mangy dog tied to the tailgate. I watched for an hour, until the truck was unloaded, before heading out to welcome them to the neighborhood.

James, Jane and little Janice. Could smell them half my yard away.

I introduced myself without offering to shake hands. Who knew what I’d come back with that I hadn’t had before.

“You come a long ways?”

“From Phoenix.”

“Nice place, Phoenix. So I’ve been told.”

He shrugged, bored already.

Janice ran over tugging the dog behind her. I stepped back just enough to keep her from grabbing my slacks.

“Do you have a dog?”

“No.  I don’t.”

“Did you used to have one?”

I shook my head. “Don’t like dogs.”

Her face fell. The dog snuffed the grass, lift his leg.

Least he was on their yard. I’d need a fence, I decided. And soon.