Welcome to my writing portfolio. I focus on travel memoir, reflective pieces, and critical essays. Enjoy!
All in Reflections
He was on his feet in seconds, running back up the hill. He could hear Daniel close behind him, his uneven breaths fading into a chorus of whimpers.
He took the shard in his left hand and with his right hand he launched a smooth stone toward the strange animal. With a thud, the stone found its target, causing the thing to cry out before laying still again.
His name caught in my throat. The air had shifted, transformed. There was a buoyancy that seemed to pull me upwards, out of my body, out of the diner. I was meant for more than Medford, more than waitressing. I wouldn’t struggle like my Mother had. This meeting was sure to change things. Everything, in fact.
I’m quiet for a moment. If I speak too soon, the floodgates will open, and he will become even more worried. I can’t imagine that any father wants to hear this story.
My mouth opens and then closes again. I know my friend. It will come out soon enough. She shares bits about her week; She tells me a story about her co-workers. I chime in with words of affirmation, waiting patiently.
You can tell by the set of his jaw that he is a serious man. His tie hangs loose around his neck; his laptop bag sits patiently on the floor. The familiar trill of jazz notes climbs up and down the walls. The man enjoys the way his wife moves about the kitchen, not yet noticing him.
