Remember the first time we sat across from one another making eye contact? It was great, wasn’t it? We had so much fun that day, intermingling and bonding in ways that should have waited. Who cares about worldly standards when we have this moment at this time? Well, we had it until it was time […]
“I didn’t think it could get any worse,” Diane said. “The day began terribly when my alarm clock failed to sound off and I was late leaving for work.” “Yeah, that sucks,” Lena replied. “I burnt my breakfast. Put too much sugar in my coffee, which made it disgusting.” “Oh, man,” Lena […]
This little monologue/narration goes hand in hand with my work in progress and was fueled by my overworked brain, Starbucks, and Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black Album. I hope you enjoy both the story and the music.
You do that entirely too well. Only in my dreams can I think like you. Behave like you. Perhaps, however, it is a good thing that I don’t. Otherwise, no one would ever know what love is.
Today I share with you four short stories, each in five sentences. Enjoy. Truth-withholder He didn’t have to lie. She didn’t ask. He lied anyway. Now he would have to face her wrath, however it may manifest. Too bad. Unfunny Did he think it was funny to stand her up? Surely, it couldn’t have been […]
She relished in her perceived victory. She had him. They didn’t. It was a hard- fought battle, but she won. Now she had him—all of him. © 2017 LeTara Moore All Rights Reserved Champion
If you have read my book Reflection in the Music, then you’ll already be familiar with the character of Sherri in this five sentence fiction. At some point in the future I’m going to fully tell her story. Her book is in the making, but for now I have to finish Sunlight, Coffee and Roses. […]
She crunched the numbers. She had practically squeezed the life out of them. She had options, but was never good with decision-making. Now it was do or die. Get the riches or die inside. © 2017 LeTara Moore All Rights Reserved Abstract
She decided that she would wait a few days before picking up the phone again. He had already told her things that most would expect a woman to want to hear from a man. Did he really meant what he had said or was he just after “that thing”? For the third day in a […]
She hated the cleanup required after frying food. Cleaning up and disposing of the leftover cooking grease was enough to deter her from doing it on a regular basis. The Brothers Johnson’s Strawberry Letter 23 playing in the background in harmony with the sizzling catfish grease coupled with the smell of hot sauce, collard greens, […]