The unquenchable Okie spirit

When my friend Holly puts a flute to her lips, she transports people from the cares of daily life to realms of joy, spirit, peace. I met Holly in San Francisco in the late 1970s. She was in a little band that played in coffeehouses. I wrote songs in my room, rarely...

Obsidian Waves

I wrote this story in response to Lillie McFerrin’s five-sentence fiction prompt, midnight. She typically posts a new prompt weekly at http://lilliemcferrin.com, and I enjoy participating when I can. Obsidian Waves By Laura McHale Holland Her name wasn’t...

Snow

Snow By Laura McHale Holland Ready for bed, Little Toby looks out his window and sees glowing snowflakes of red, green, gold and white falling through the dark sky. He wants to tell his mom and dad about the colors in the snow, but they are arguing in the next room,...

I don’t suppose

I Don’t Suppose By Laura McHale Holland The coleus on the counter caught my eye. It was in my kitchen, but I’d never seen it before, and it looked ghastly with my blue and yellow decor. I called my long-time neighbor Layna and told her a stranger was in my home...

Pretty soon I’ll have to tell him

Our maple tree came to rest on our roof a few days ago, and I still wrote a story this week. Here it is: Pretty Soon I’ll Have to Tell Him By Laura McHale Holland My Bernie, he’s a real good man, you know, except sometimes he gets these harebrained ideas, and I...