“A delightful collection of short stories that draw you in, wanting more...This book of short stories evokes smiles, tears, and reflection. The author has a unique writing style that captures your attention from the first sentence. Simple activities and relationships become fodder for creative writing, even something as mundane as forgetting to bring something to the dinner table...I recommend this book to short-story enthusiasts and readers interested in unique perspectives on everyday life.” ~Reedsy/Discovery, Gale Kaufman
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One Day at a Time Originally published on The Writings of A. K. Frailey 8/27/2021 Sylvie loved to plan. So, when her mother’s playgroup asked her to arrange the fun activities for the next academic year, she jumped at the chance and bought a huge poster board to outline the main events at their next meeting. When her husband pleaded with her to organize this year’s work get-togethers, she grabbed her colored markers and fashioned a list of interesting icebreakers. The pièce de resistance was when her mom insisted that she contact all the family members about who would bring what for the Thanksgiving dinner. Finally! She could make sure that there were a variety of vegetables rather than an overabundance of mincemeat pies. Monday and Tuesday were a blur of activity. Wednesday, she woke up to dark clouds on what should have been a bright, sunny day. She flipped the light bedsheet off her slim body and let it fall on her husband’s prone form. Except, he wasn’t there. Fighting annoyance at these two contrary elements in her otherwise perfectly planned day, Sylvie leaped from her bed. And slipped on a sheen of water pooled before the French doors. Landing on her behind, she yelped in surprise. She stared at the open doors, the grey clouds still dribbling pathetic drops, and huffed. She was getting wet, and she didn’t have time for that. She climbed to her feet, one hand holding the...
