Family Matters Most “Sacrifice. Family. Love,” he thought. Late nights. Tortureous clients. More zeros in the bank. “For them,” be believed. Then during a Pranic Psychotherapy Healing Session for anxiety – The...
Unblocked The Healer’s hands circled above Charlotte’s Solar Plexus Chakras – 2,369 miles away. Yes, to help heal. But more to listen. Shadows clung like vines. Old fears. Forgotten pain. Debilitating programs...
Pride. Respect. Trust. “Papa. Ready for takeoff?” Indeed. With calm and confidence. I’d seen him work for this license, grades, a side job. Accept challenges men twice his age dodge. The plane lifted. Earth and sea...
E Chord and Other Forms of Cruelty “Ow. Seriously?” Sera blinked at her fingers like they’d betrayed her. “Welcome to your first guitar lesson,” I said, smirking. She narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t say it was medieval...
“It Depends” She scanned the eternal case list. She paired hands with hearts. Souls to souls. One-by-one. Around the globe. Zoom squares flickered. Cancer cells disintegrated in Philly. Pain vanished in Mumbai. Her...
Revelation In The Grocery Line He cursed under his breath. Damn! Late, again. The old woman ahead of him was counting out coins. One-by-one. Very slowly. He twitched. Almost said something. Almost. Then he saw her hands...
Love Is The Bridge He hated hospitals. The antiseptic stink. The beeping machines. The helplessness. Still, he held her hand. Soft now. Not like before. “I brought your favorite,” he whispered, holding up a sandwich from...
The 3 PM Curse By 2:57 p.m., 11-year-old Cody started squinting. By 3:12, he was curled up. The nurse’s office again. Fists clenched. Eyes shut. Pain pounding behind them. Doctors said maybe stress. Or sinuses. Or screens...
The Noise Complaint Ben banged on the neighbor’s door. Third time that week. “Turn it down, damnit!” Some of us work early!” The door creaked open. A sixteenish girl. Puffy Eyes. Red Nose. Music off now. “Sorry,” she said...
Voicemail At 3 AM 3AM. Smoke alarm screeching. Jess fumbled the skillet off the burner. Waved smoke with a dish towel. Phone buzzed – Mom’s weekly voicemail meditation podcast “For your stress.” She laughed. Stress?...
Fate? Who Makes It? Her dream job offer came at 3:12 p.m. Friday. Excitement. Pride. Relief. At 3:15, her three sentence acceptance was ready. Her finger hovered over “Send.” Finally. Just an email reply. The dream...
The Noise Complaint Ben banged on the neighbor’s door. Third time that week. “Turn it down, damnit!” Some of us work early!” The door creaked open. A sixteenish girl. Puffy Eyes. Red Nose. Music off now. “Sorry,” she said...
Living In Prison? Mel sat in her car. Outside the interview. Heart frozen. “I’m not good enough.” Brain whispering. “They’ll know.” Watching, minutes passed. Finally drove away. Again. Through tears...
The One She Didn’t Skip She walked the shoreline alone. Fingers tingling. LIke after every Pranic Healing Session. Light. Centered. Skipping stones across the surface provided relief. Peace. Each toss a quiet...
The World Is Too Loud She slammed the laptop shut. Clients. Deadlines. Notifications. All screaming. The Serenity App was even yelling. Earbuds jammed in. White noise. Mindful breathing. Relaxation. Nothing worked. Heart...
The Memory Machine Sparks fly. The memory machine hums. He watches the code finish compiling. Breath shallow. ReadySet One button. One push. That’s it. He’s built it. She’ll be gone. The grief. The deception. The lonely...
The Unseen Fence Sheriff Brody squinted at the sun baked patch of earth. Mrs. Gable clutched her apron. Squinted at Mr. Lambert. His jaw was like granite. His thin lips pinched tight. “He moved the marker, Sheriff!...
Beyond the Silent Scream Her brother’s laughter, once a melody, had become a silent scream. Days since the accident bled into weeks. Then years. Grief – a lead cloak – weighted Emily down. “Pranic...
Fireworks and First Steps She almost didn’t go. Crowds. Triggers. What ifs. Her daughter tugged. “Please, Mommy? Just for the fireworks?” She hesitated on the grass, heart racing. A year since the divorce. A lifetime of...
The Lights Know “I loved him,” she whispered. The kitchen light flickered. Across the table, her daughter stared. “Even after what he did?” A long silence. “I knew. Before the arrest.” The chandelier blinked twice, then held...
Dusty Roads The map fluttered out the window somewhere past Abilene. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t following it anyway. The rearview showed her wedding dress. Crumpled the backseat. Like shed snake skin. The radio crackled...
Fireworks Start at Dusk “Why’s she crying?” the boy whispered. His dad handed him a sparkler, eyes fixed on the woman near the fence. She stood alone, arms folded tight, blinking fast. The sky boomed red and gold. Children...
Boots First She spat blood and grinned. “Is that all you got, sweetheart?” The man blinked. He was twice her size, but she hadn’t flinched. Not when he broke the bottle. Not when he swung. There she stood. Boot on his...
Leftovers She was crying in the pantry. Third shelf, behind the Chicken Noodle Soup. His favorite Still sealed. The date read October 2022. He said he’d be home by winter. She presses her forehead to the cool can...
The Unseen Tug She didn’t hear the whimper. She felt the soft, warm nudge against her knee. The park bench was hard. Cold. The textbook dense. Her parents’ argument still echoed. A knot in her stomach. She...
That’s All It Took The voicemail was only seven seconds. “Hey. I’m sorry. I miss you.” Jenna stared at the screen. Her hot coffee mug suddenly felt cold. Two years of silence undone by six words in seven stupid...
Wish Swap At 2:12 AM., they met at the crossroads. Old rules said you couldn’t make your own wish come true. But, you could swap. “I wish to forget her,” he said. “I wish to remember him,” she...
Night Dive The ocean swallowed her light as she descended. Just her, the black water, and the rhythmic hush of regulator breath. Below, a flicker. Then then a flash. She turned, searching for her dive buddy. Nothing. No...
Angel Smoke The fire was raging up the attic walls. Lilly, by feel, found the cedar box. Her mother’s letters. The only things she cared to save. Though yellowed and brittle, she remembered: “Even in the dark, you were...
Where Daffodils Begin She stabbed the pointed trowel into the icey earth. Then bare hands scooped. Nails chipping. Tears drying on wind-chapped cheeks. The old garden hadn’t bloomed since he’d left. Weeds. Just weeds. And...