Madame Chairperson had busied herself all morning with the Rolodex on the massive mahogany desk in her new office, just after she tired of fingering her brass nameplate. She’d pulled it closer, the better to spin the wheel thingummie and watch all the cards flutter. And because it turned both ways (a discovery that delighted her to no end), she had experimented with it, observing … Continue reading Morning Miniature: Madame Chairperson’s Dilemma
How could anyone be expected to do this without breaking down. The question had echoed inside her head for the last hour, since she first unbuttoned her cuffs, rolled up her sleeves, and gingerly lowered her aching joints to the floor. Now she sat cross-legged in front of an open plastic bin; condensation slowly crept down the geometric panels on a glass of iced tea … Continue reading Afternoon Miniature 6.22.25
Who are your people? probed the ancient woman, one hand on her waspy-thin waistline and the other sweeping a lock of white hair out of her eyes. It was an inquisition, the younger of the two realized, shifting her weight uncomfortably in the sweltering afternoon heat, and swinging a fidgety and irritable toddler to the other hip. While she sized up the elder, her mind’s … Continue reading Afternoon Miniature: Your People
Earlier Carole had tugged at the shirt that was a skosh too tight around her breasts, which resulted in an unattractive pucker stretching from one to the other. She knew it looked awful but decided it did not matter for fifteen minutes inside the grocery store. And anyway, the short-shorts she was wearing under it accentuated her long, sinewy leg line, exaggerated even more by … Continue reading Afternoon Miniature 5.4.25: Chance Encounter
The little yellow radio transmitted only two signals clearly despite its glossy, new façade, one of them Christian talk shows and the other a 24 / 7 classical music station. The child had plastered it with colorful stickers and placed it on the window ledge in her bedroom just behind a pair of gauzy curtain panels. Stretched prone on the carpet, she passed idle days … Continue reading Sunday Miniature 2.25.24
The mountains erupted out of the gaping landscape with impossible might, etched against saturated blue sky with equal parts gravitas and elegance. One wished to capture and hold them, but the scenery never sat quietly for its portrait, and instead wiggled and squirmed disobediently, this moment stirring the heart to rapture, and that, an austere and unforgiving reminder of life’s transience. A sunbeam piercing through … Continue reading Morning Miniature 7.2.23
Every elementary school in this metropolis reeked by May of stale lunch, chewed-up pencils, and a fatigue that hung heavily, everywhere; on the staff it also betrayed itself in their careworn expressions. The dismissal queue came a little earlier every day while teachers crowed deadline reminders over the din of desks jostled out of place, casualties of children headed for the door with an urgency … Continue reading Afternoon Miniature 3.12.23
Constance was not as old-fashioned as her name and in fact the suggestion of youth lingered in her face and hair still, surprisingly, for her age. The woman staring back at her in the bathroom mirror was attractive enough, she reassured herself. Lately, though, she had put on some weight, not too much, but enough to make her tug at her clothing all day unless … Continue reading Afternoon Miniature 1.8.23
There was so much to do yet, too much. Every corner needed swept, every cobweb dusted away. But first all the drapes had to come down and be washed of an entire year’s worth of soot; once clean, they’d flap cheerfully in the wind on the clothes line at the side of the house; a passerby might observe the gauzy sheers cavorting with loud florals … Continue reading Afternoon Miniature 10.9.22
It takes time for the world to teach a child to discriminate, for better or for worse. And so it never dawned on this child, at the tender age of six, that she should not fraternize with her young peer in the adjacent house, where cars perched like relics atop cinder blocks out front and in the drive, where the dallisgrass sent feathery shoots up … Continue reading Afternoon Miniature 5.30.22
Carolina Thinklings 