Strings of Solace

By Kim Davis © 2011

Late, late, late! It seemed like no matter how early she started getting ready she just could not get out of the apartment on time. Now she was going to blow her interview with Dr. Bonham before she ever got there. Crap! Of course she had neglected to plan enough time to park, and totally ignored the fact that she didn’t know her way around the Northwestern campus. Continue reading “Strings of Solace”

Christmas Winds

I’d met Paul in early November. I had dined with other catamaran crews, and stopped for a last beer on the way out through the quay-side bar packed with yachties. Over a terrible meal of “rotis” we cat crews had all told outrageous “puking punter stories,” puking punters being our overwhelming favorite topic of conversation. Continue reading “Christmas Winds”

Really Old

One of us is really old
Crotchety and demanding
Forgets she’s had her dinner
And yells like she’s panhandling.

Friends of every stripe despair
Wishing her voice was sweeter
But it’s no good complaining
’cause no one’s going to beat her!

We grumble to ourselves
And fill her bowl again
She’ll do exactly what she wants
Our dear old feline friend.

by Kim Davis

Third Person – Now in Past Tense, Then in Present Tense

She clicked a switch and the big electric organ hummed to life. She stuck her tongue out and moistened her lips and the rings on all of her fingers clinked as she positioned her long boney fingers over the keys. Continue reading “Third Person – Now in Past Tense, Then in Present Tense”