Chapter 2: Any rough times are behind you

{Author’s Note: As one of you keenly observed last week, Luke Wilson is the name of an actor. To avoid confusion, I’ve changed the character’s name to Beau Wilson.}   “What am I doing Murdoch? It’s not like this is a date.” Pepper exhaled loudly as she tried on another potential outfit. She never knew what to wear in Walbash County. She adored fashion. Her closet stuffed with vintage finds, designer foundation pieces, and more shoes than she cared to admit buying but it all felt like too much back home in this small town. The cat, who came home … Continue reading Chapter 2: Any rough times are behind you

Introducing Southern Fortune Cookie Fiction

It’s Friday and that can only mean one thing … Chinese food. It’s become a ritual … one of those things you look forward to in life. And one of my favorite parts is the fortune cookie. I’ve always loved fortune cookies. I don’t just read them and leave them for the waitress to throw away. If they are clever, poignant, if they resonate, I keep them. I have them stuck everywhere … inside my wallet, in journals, taped on my computer monitor … in fact I’ve got whole jar full of them. Some are over five years old. I think … Continue reading Introducing Southern Fortune Cookie Fiction

Chapter 1: The object of your desire comes closer

“Right on time,” Sue Len said as she welcomed Pepper Monroe into Chow Len, Walbash County’s only Chinese restaurant. “Newspaper lady always eat at nine every Tuesday.” “Am I that predictable?” Pepper joked as she rolled her eyes and glanced at her watch. Like most deadline Tuesdays, the night had gotten away from her. Pepper always promised herself she’d be home by six but it never happened. She’d spend hours reading and re-reading the proof pages … changing a passive verb here, double-checking a cutline there. The Walbash County News printed just 1,000 copies each Wednesday but Pepper took her role … Continue reading Chapter 1: The object of your desire comes closer

Gunpowder, lead, baseball bats, and words: a break up story

Miranda had her gunpowder and lead. Carrie preferred a baseball bat. I have my words. As a man, if you need the attention of not one but two women (usually unsuspecting women) to erect your self-esteem, I’m the last woman you want to choose. When I find out, and I always find out, I won’t cry over you. I won’t ever lift a finger to “get you back.” But I will write about what happened because that’s how I process my world. And if you make me mad enough, I’ll let other people read it. He stepped over that line. … Continue reading Gunpowder, lead, baseball bats, and words: a break up story