The knock came again.
Louder. More insistent.
Eve grabbed her cell phone.
No signal.
But there had been one to call for pizza. What was going on?
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Blog
A Quick Update
Normally, you would see another short in my serial shorts today.
But, as I tend to do, I have stretched myself too thin.
I am going back to taking weekends off of blogging. I truly need the time to focus on my writing. My day job and family have become more demanding, not less during the pandemic.
I may eventually move to a Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule again. I don’t want to, but we will see.
I have also moved almost completely off of Twitter. I found it was sucking too much energy whenever I checked it. There’s a lot of great people there, but there is also a lot of negativity. I am trying to protect myself from that now more than ever.
You can still join me over at Facebook. I tend to offer little snippets of research for current projects, things that inspire me or the like.
As always, that you for understanding. This has been a long journey for me, and it is always changing.
Micro Fiction: A Winter’s Knight 10
No one was there.
No car in the driveway.
No tire tracks in the fresh snow.
Eve frowned.
It had only been one glass of wine.
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A knock on the front door yanked her attention from the missing photo.
She didn’t move to answer it.
Then remembered the pizza.
She grabbed cash from her wallet and went to the door.
Peering through the peephole, she frowned.
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Eve stared at the bare mantle.
At the sport where the family photo had been.
She cursed. Loudly.
She shouldn’t have come back here.
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Eve padded barefoot to the fridge, wincing at the cold floor.
But it was as empty as it had been that afternoon.
Maybe she’d order a pizza.
Had to be someplace that still delivered.