My Fountain of Youth – Friday Fictioneers

My Fountain of Youth “Red pill, blue pill, little yellow capsule,” she sorted out loud, bifocals askew. “The red’s for vim. The blue’s for vigor. The yellow is for good measure.” she quipped as she reached for her kale smoothie handing him the costly treasure with a gnarled hand she barely recognized. “How can you…

Friday Fictioneers: The Last Porch

Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Last Porch By Tracey Delaplain It wasn’t just a locked porch that separated her from the big house. It was her locked memories. “I can sing a show tune,” she muttered to her attendant. Never alone. Yet, always alone. “Well Hello Dolly, It’s so nice to be to be, hmhmhm.”…