Once again we found ourselves in the cafe, looking out on the garden at the VMFA–a hot, steamy October. Time for autumn and Halloween–waiting.
Not Today
Not today. No trimming the hedges or running the vacuum or washing the dishes. Not today. No shopping for groceries or doing the laundry or making a meal. Not today. No solving of problems or balancing the books or planning, managing or directing. Not today of all days my birthday and maybe tomorrow, too!
Passed the First Read
Today I learned that a story I’d submitted to Writers of the Future passed the first read! This means, someone read it and now it will be passed on for further reads and judging for a contest. The name of the story is The Place with No Name.
Then, today I submitted another story entitled: Point Westerly. It’s about a dragon and a place.
I’m excited!
Things Change – Summer Evening Concert
A new ending to my story, Summer Evening Concert came to me. Take a look.
Summer Evening Concert
It’s August, it’s hot, humid and the mosquitoes are feasting. Here’s a new short story.
Watch
She watches
first the sunlight
across his face
while he sleeps.
He stirs
and finally moves
as the bright rays
drive him from his resting place.
Time
minutes
perhaps a hour
the light shifts
to another
corner.
Until
finally
midmorning
only shadows rest
upon the walls.
Time to go
to work now.
She thinks,
someday
she’ll only
have the watching
to do
(C) Glenda Kotchish
July 3, 2018
A Place With No Name
Paging through my stories I found a fairy tale: A Place With No Name. I made a few edits and submitted in a contest for Science Fiction and Fantasy. Here’s the first paragraph. Wish me luck!
Once upon a time…oh what a time it was, far away from here and ages upon ages ago, there was a place that had no name. It was so long ago that mountains were three times as tall as they are today having not been worn down by the ravages of time. And rivers, scores of them, rushed through valleys, poured down crevices and disappeared in underground caverns so large that whales traversed these subterranes with ease and used them as birthing places.
Glenda
Cards
Sympathy cards
Out number
Birthday cards
For me
These days.
© Glenda Kotchish
June 17, 2018
Puddle
Green view
Sunlight
Soft breeze
Paws click
Dogs whine
Let’s go
Outside.
Puddle
In the
Foyer
© Glenda Kotchish
June 16, 2018
Worries
My friends and I have been discussing the magnificent mind of the human. Our brains are exceptional because we can, unlike most animals, see into the future–invent various scenarios and outcomes for any given even. We can look into the future and we can plan.
We think, forecast and bring into reality the very ideas which we imagine. Amazing, is it not?
But there is a fly in the ointment. We find ourselves conjuring up the worse, horrific consequences, things within our power, things not within our power to command.
This story, written over the course of two days, is the result of our discussions plus my own personal speculations of every day, inconsequential events.
Meet Queenie. Click here to read The Horrors of Mr. Mann.