Speakeasy #110 – Swimmin’ Hole

My life began with a funeral. Mama liked to say grief drove her to the “indiscretion” she’d had while her husband was down at the church, prayin’ for his mama’s soul to rest in peace.  My real daddy was a mechanic at the garage in our small town, fixin’ up broke down vehicles.  Mama’s beat up … Continue reading Speakeasy #110 – Swimmin’ Hole


Sweet Kiwi – Speakeasy #109

It surprised me when she started to talk; I hadn’t expected her to take up my offer so quickly without any questions, without hesitation. I watched as Katerina dug her thumbnail into the flesh of an orange and sent a fine mist of citrus into the air. It smelled of summer and warmth and reminded … Continue reading Sweet Kiwi – Speakeasy #109

Swimming in a Fishbowl

A hush descended over the room as Carrie entered from the kitchen.  A svelte, buxom woman in her late 30s, Carrie had played the part of hostess well, ensuring all of her guests had plenty of drinks and canapés and were enjoying themselves thoroughly.  She placed her glass of wine daintily on the sideboard and … Continue reading Swimming in a Fishbowl

The Final Piece

(Note - Sorry about the second post today... I decided last minute to enter the speakeasy's weekly submission competition for the first time ever.  Next time I'll plan it out better... promise!) The magic was all in the finishing touches, the painter thought as he lightly stroked in the gold edges of the blood red … Continue reading The Final Piece