Cass Marie

“Happy at Last, See” by Cass Marie

Submitted to Contest #105

 "Happy at Last, See"   "I just don't get it, Raelene. Sometimes I think the Lord put your brain in backwards. Why do you think you should marry that man after everything he has already put you through?"    Of course, Michelle, my best friend of forever, didn't understand. She had never been in love. She left highschool for college, and then into her (almost) dream career as an assistant librarian. She finds love in books...roma...

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“Soothy and the Bonnie Gal” by Cass Marie

Submitted to Contest #103

  True to redheads, his bright blue eyes gleamed with a naughty satisfaction, while his black, mourning suit proved sure contradiction. He held himself in high esteem; that much was clear. He sat slightly reclined, right ankle crossed on left knee, arms sprawled across the back length of the love seat. I could not help but wonder where lay the humour at such a time. Smug. Smug was the only word to describe the man in the...

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“George and Blackberry Cobbler” by Cass Marie

Submitted to Contest #103

 "George and Blackberry Cobbler"   It is said, walking vigorously for a period everyday is good for one's health. I try to be health conscious...or truth be told, I am aware that I love food, and need to lose weight. So, I walk everyday.   Living in a small town, without even one traffic light, I can easily walk to either of the stores, to work at the only service station where I'd never met a stranger, and rarely drive my own car.  &nb...

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“Intercession at the Intersection” by Cass Marie

    Joshua, being of a superstitious nature, was consumed in his daily life by fear and ritualistic tendencies. He somehow managed to reach the age of forty-five without being irreversibly affected.    Shortly after his birthday, he was scheduled to see a physician under the advisement of his loving wife, Darlene. He had his appointment scheduled for midday, knowing the inordinate amount of time needed to finish his rituals and get out of his d...

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“The Other Five” by Cass Marie

Submitted to Contest #100

"The Other Five"    In southern ladies math, if it is ninety-two degrees with a heat index of one hundred, and your oven is set at four hundred degrees for three hours with two top eyes on simmer, and you are going through "the change", then it is either "hotter than a roasting pig on the fourth of July", or it's "let me roll up my cardigan sleeves, it is a might warm".     That day was a ...

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