The Keeper

The Keeper

Until now Mallory had never questioned her birthright, her duty to her brothers, to the lighthouse, or all whom it was meant to protect. This storm, though, was different. It nudged something inside her, as if a boulder had been pushed away from a hidden cave entrance. “No, don’t go in there!” Mallory cried as she lay on the cold, wet floor, still dazed by the effort of having gotten herself inside.

Not A Monster

Not A Monster

After he wiped a few laughter tears from his cheeks, Slim Jim looked all around at the crowd of pranksters (prankster being one particular variant of monster) and he said, still laughing, “Smorgasbord! That’s perfect, ya know why? Because the word ”smorgasbord” is Swedish and my great-grandmother on my mother’s side was Swedish, isn’t that fun? It’s as if you guys looked right up into my family tree and pulled on the perfect branch to find me a new name!”

Skating Through Thanksgiving

Skating Through Thanksgiving

It was a while before Aida discovered those other possibilities – – like the swimming, dancing, climbing kinds – – because when she wasn’t in school she was always in her skates, always on the ice, always trying new tricks, trying to go faster, testing the limits of physics, geometry, gravity and of her own body. The other kids couldn’t understand…well, the kids at school couldn’t understand, but the kids at the ice rink were just like her, so they became her friends, at least for a few years until some of them got so competitive that their interest in medals outweighed their ability to relate to their peers.

In the Exam Room

In the Exam Room

It took a great deal of cajoling, but finally, at long last, and only with the promise that she could observe his interactions with her son from behind a one-way-window, Jasper convinced her to allow him a few precious moments alone with the little boy. Jasper sat across from him, leaning forward to make sure the boy would both hear him, assuming he could hear, and could read his lips, if indeed the boy had learned to do that by now.

Coloring

Coloring

Did I color in everything? Some parts of the design are so tiny, which is why I had to actually shave some of the crayons to make the points sharp enough to fit into those teeny-tiny lines. Yeah! Look! Everything is filled in! I really like how that magenta and blue look together, and I have to say the other colors are great where I put them… can’t believe I didn’t think this would be fun when Dolores gave me this set of crayons and the book last night when she was here during visiting hours. Dolores, I’m sorry, I should’ve been more gracious when I said thank you. Wait. Did I say thank you?

The Rope

The Rope

“I can’t let go!” she cried, squeezing even harder with her knees, calves and crossed ankles. “I don’t know how!” The rope was scratching the insides of her legs but the pain went unnoticed as her legs clasped themselves even tighter to each other while the trees around her swung by. There was a sudden realization at the corner of her awareness that this must be what the world looked like to daddy when he was drinking. Her fingers hurt. They’d been squeezing too, up against her chest and around the rope that was smooth there, worn down by decades of young hands like hers having the rope in their grip.