If You’re Hungry and You’re Useful

CheneyFiction4 Comments

It’s been a long time since there have been full shelves at the supermarket. Last week the town ran out of gasoline, and the houses that had been lit by generator lights at night have gone dark. Now, when a car drives through the middle of town everyone stops what they are doing to stare, and I am betting that … Read More

Trumped.

Cheney366skies, Daily Photo, Fiction, Writing Challenges5 Comments

  “Estos Americanos pueden besar mi culo!” Father cursed at the middle finger America raised with her soil upon our arrival. I had expected clear skies and grand trees and was left bereft. My father, incensed. Dreams trump reality. There’s no turning back.

Five O’clock Somewhere

Cheney366skies, Daily Photo, Fiction, Writing Challenges13 Comments

No one bothers me at the grocery store. I’m invisible there, just another overweight, frumpy looking mom wandering the aisles with my cart, telling myself that 33 is still a tender age. I’ll spend ten minutes in the can aisle, picking up tins of peas and green beans in slime even though I would never buy them, because I’m an … Read More

Who does she think she is?

CheneyFiction, On Writing, Writing Challenges11 Comments

Who does she think she is? I ask myself this over and over as I’m sitting at my vanity, applying thick coats of concealer and constructing my mask. Yesterday I cut my hair short – boy short. Today I do the hard work of hiding myself, turning my pretty girl face into just another anonymous guy. Who does she think … Read More

The Gull

CheneyFiction, Writing Challenges10 Comments

For weeks I’ve been eating nothing but berries I find along the edge of the forest, their reds and purples calling out to me, teasing me with their possible poisoned fruit. Mostly, it’s raspberries. The bushes overflowing with ripe berries and I pick my way through them until I can carry no more in the basket I make of my … Read More

First Day

CheneyFiction, Writing Challenges17 Comments

“Here they come. Quick, everyone, finish your coffees! Put on your masks!” They spread their mouths into grimaces that, with luck, will pass as genuine smiles. Somewhere behind them, a bell rings. The first bus pulls up, and the children pour out.

If Blocked

CheneyFiction, Writing Challenges11 Comments

First say NO to everything asked of you Take the burden of the bare minimum of responsibility Find the nearest chair and put your ass into it Take deep breaths ready your mind ready your fingers Now cut yourself open and bleed