SHORTS

I always dreamed of writing short stories like the Russian stories I fell in love with in high school senior English class. Unfortunately, my idea of a good short story is not what is being published now, so this is the best way for me to share my “shorts.” I had fun writing them, and I hope you enjoy reading them.

TWO SIDES OF THE COIN

Third in line, Gloria waited on the elderly shopper two carts in front of her.

“Can you fill out the check for me and then I’ll sign it?” The old man shook a piece of paper at the cashier.

Pulling her lips tight against her teeth as she inhaled, the cashier said, “Sure!” as she pushed the check through a slot in her machine. She handed it back to the man and said, “Just sign here.” Read more http://dianawebsterauthor.com/books/shorts/two-sides-of-the-coin/

PIANO SCREWS

Fingernails screeching down a chalkboard didn’t bother Sidney. In fact, she rather liked that texture. That’s how she thought of sound, as a texture or layering of individual noises. The particular texture of fingernails on a chalkboard was something most people avoided. They claimed it hurt their ears, set their teeth on edge, and gave them cold shivers. But the people who didn’t like chalkboard scratching loved to hear a piano being played. To them it was relaxing, entertaining, even exciting. Read more http://dianawebsterauthor.com/books/shorts/piano-screws/

SHADOWS

The upstairs bathroom “throne” wasn’t the most glorious place to sit, but she loved it. Tucked back behind the wall, it provided a perfect spot to survey the world through the floor to ceiling window just beyond her feet. A white wide-slat shade hung in front of the window, closed against the intense early morning summer sun and prying nighttime eyes, but otherwise open, allowing visual access to the outside without being able to be seen. Read more http://dianawebsterauthor.com/books/shorts/shadows/

THE ART OF NOTHING

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Old Art eased himself onto the park bench beside me. Draping an arm across my side of the bench, he drawled, “You look just plain down in the dumps, like you haven’t got a friend in this world. Come on, you can tell Old Art all about it. I won’t tell a soul, cross my heart. No, ma’am, mum’s the word.” He zipped his lips shut. “Now, what’s troubling a pretty girl like you?” Read more http://dianawebsterauthor.com/books/shorts/the-art-of-nothing/

THINKING

I’m thinking. At least, I’m supposed to be thinking. Ticks and tocks echo around the room as the frowning wall clock marks off every second I waste. Tick, tick, tick, tick, and I do nothing but think of nothing. I yawn and massage my watery eyes with long slow blinks, tick tick, take a huge swallow of tea, tick tock, stretch my torso as I reach my arms toward the ceiling, tock tock, pull off my glasses and then shove them back on – nothing helps. Read more http://dianawebsterauthor.com/books/shorts/thinking/

BLUE AND RED

Blue and red. Cool and hot. Running to and from, toward and away, always running, running, running. Evil versus good? Who knows? Who cares? Just running, always in opposition, always oblivious of everything but the need to keep running. Read more http://dianawebsterauthor.com/books/shorts/blue-and-red/

ABOUT MARY…

Martha shook her head and sighed. It was always about Mary. It had always been about Mary, ever since their parents died. Mary had been nine, beautiful, with large dark eyes and wavy, almost black hair that always managed to escape her head covering. But Mary had an uncanny ability to read other people’s emotional needs. Read more http://dianawebsterauthor.com/about-mary/

 

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Be a Friend – With No Strings Attached

Let’s face it, most of our friends are friends because we have something in common. Jobs, kids the same age, sports connections, hobbies, social or religious groups, things like that. We may not know our next-door neighbors, though, because there’s no reason for us to know them. The fact that they live next to us is no longer a reason to become acquainted.

There is another kind of friend, though, the friend who pals around with you but who will trash you and your reputation all over social media if you make her mad. These “friends” come with lots of baggage and lots of attached strings. People like this are quick to give advice, eager to assign blame and declare their innocence.

Out here in Kansas, there are still pockets of humanity where we choose to interact just because we happen to meet someone. We don’t need to have anything in common. We choose to be friendly and helpful if the need arises, and we don’t ask questions. We aren’t necessarily “friends,” but we are friendly.

Deep down, many of us secretly feel lonely. We want a friend – someone who won’t judge us, someone who will be there for us but won’t give advice unless we ask for it, someone who will believe in us when we can’t do it ourselves. But do these people even exist anymore? I sure don’t see many of them!

So I’ve decided to do something about it. You know the old adage: If you want a friend, be one? I have decided that if I can’t find a friend like I’d like to have – that person who always has my back – I’m going to be that person for someone else. That way, at least that person will have a friend with no strings attached. Hopefully, this attitude will be contagious. It is a risky proposition, I know. But I do think it is what the world needs now, so I’m going to do my best to make it happen. I hope some of you will take the challenge, too!

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