Kellie Rankey

Leaving Them

I wonder if he sees that your step is lighter when you cross the threshold of his front door and head out to your car, the same way you used to feel when your mother was sick and dying and you’d leave the nursing home after spending time with her, all that death and...

Men at 80

Men at 80 His back bows to the weight of his years He shuffles to where the groove of his leather chair awaits to cradle his tired bones The beat of a Bosa Nova fills the room. His eyes fold inward Gray stubbled chin rests against his chest But his feet… His feet...

Rumble

On the bus to her mother’s funeral, Maizie she forgot to bring money. No point to turn back now. Already Ohio. Maizie has no credit and no friends to text for cash. Her mother, turns out, died from alcohol poisoning. No surprise, Maizie thought when Stepfather Dave...

Dice

Down by the Elbow, Billy’s place was, up high on the rock, so high it was a hardship to get from the dock to the cottage. All rock, gray granite with a stripe of pink quartz marbled by white. Wind-born waves shuffled against the shore, blue-tailed skinks sunned in...

For The First Time In His Life

For The First Time In His Life Jay found himself questioning the wisdom of always turning the other cheek, insisting (as Mary would say) on seeing the best in everyone. In that moment he longed to see how it might feel to be rude and judgmental for once. But just the...

1969

Note: This has been rejected as a third-person story; so I took Sarah's advice and am trying it in second person. The epigraph is from a musty "teenage advice" book I found when I worked in a Catholic school library--in the early 2000s! (!) The story is fiction, but...

STOP in the Name of Love

STOP in the Name of Love When something goes wrong in the wilderness which usually means someone gets hurt, or you realize you are lost, or you see a bad storm coming. Stop. Think. Observe. Plan. She said, “It’s back,” and you said she could beat it again. Sweaty cell...

a start for day 1 prompt

This is a very rough start. Thanks, Sarah, for all the great prompts. You Don’t Say (yes, this is the title) you say tolerance we say ambulance you say maybe we deserve it we say we are going to a party we are being tolerated by you you are Winnie the Pooh your...

This is How it Ends

So the ENTIRE book I'm currently writing is in second person...so I forced myself not to share any of that. Instead I found an abandoned story from years ago and brushed it off. Not sure about the title but I like the idea. Thanks! This is How it Ends You spend a...

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