Hello out there to all my friends and readers. I hope everyone enjoyed following my characters through their individual journeys, from Swing to Robert and Joy in #StartingOver. Each learned lessons about loving themselves and loving others. In my last story, I especially enjoyed watching Joy change … Continue reading Changes to Come
Author: Alma Wallace Fenter
As far back as I can remember, I loved talking and telling my stories. One of my fondest memories is a squirrel hunting expedition with my grandfather when I was four years old. I chattered away, until he told me, "Baby Cricket, you've got to be quiet. The squirrels can hear you." I sat silent for about 30 seconds, then said, "Oh, PaPaw, let me talk." I still tell stories now; I just write them out instead of talking them out. Well, according to my husband, I still talk them out -- a lot. So many more things to write about since I was four years old. Marriage, children, homes, jobs, grandchildren, all kinds of people. I love people!
Without saying a word, he picked up his bag and climbed the stairs. She couldn’t concentrate. Her heart was pounding in her ears. What had just happened? It seemed a lifetime since he’d driven out of the parking lot and out of her life. A thought came into sharp focus. He left once. He would … Continue reading #StartingOver
Picking up his phone, he scanned recent calls. His thumb hovered over her number. Then, slowly, he laid it back on the desk. He needed more time. “God, please keep her there,” he whispered. Joy read through the book twice, the last time without crying. She forced herself to get out of the house, to … Continue reading #StartingOver
She was about to say something, but he didn’t look her direction, just walked toward the door, laying an envelope on the desk before going out into the cold. It wasn’t until the door swung shut that she realized he had his suitcase and hanging clothes with him. By the time she reached the parking … Continue reading #StartingOver
A smile lit up his eyes. He leaned toward her. That was it! She was a TV personality. He wondered that he didn’t recognize her sooner. Her show was broadcast all along the eastern seaboard. He had seen her on an affiliate station back home. All he knew was she dominated every situation. People flocked … Continue reading #StartingOver
His image graced the front of the tabloid she held in her hands, his name in bold letters at the top of her pad. The bell over the door rang, and she felt him standing behind her, looking over her shoulder. She jumped, turning to face him, hiding the phone and pad against her body, … Continue reading #StartingOver
Joy drove north along I-81, her thoughts set resolutely toward a new start and a new home. At a rest area just outside a small Mennonite community, she reflected on the drive from Charlotte. She had pushed hard, driving non-stop through heavily populated areas, but now she took in the farmlands surrounding her, smiling. … Continue reading #StartingOver
