by Ellyn Wolfe
...armies of the pesky gnats would invade the villages on Lake Chapala’s shores.
Her subtext clearly means, “You idiot.
Her greeting was anything but warm.
I was drawn to the voice and spotted a green-headed bird sitting on a tree-like stand, behind the cashier counter.
There are so many decisions about what to take, what is essential, and what I will not live without.
I never heard any stories as to why she and Uncle Paul, who existed only in memories of Christmases long past, never had a family. It was not talked about.
“If that kid was mine,” a customer said, “he wouldn’t sit down for a while.”
Who would an amateur nature photographer admire more than Ansel Adams? Nobody.
During the video call, her new client had to think Karen was calling from a high-end office building, not an old camping trailer.