Kathleen Newton

Hi Friends. I was flipping through old documents last night, silently panicking about what to put on my blog this morning when I came across this short story that I wrote in high school. It is ... very silly. But well-written silliness and I got a chuckle from re-reading it. I'm not sure about the rest of you but as this pandemic rages on and many of us are still confined to our homes (or at least to the neighborhoods immediately surrounding them) I think a dose of silliness is exactly what we need right now. If you enjoy this short story, consider buying my book (link at the top of the page)! Your support helps me continue to create more free content just like this. Can't buy the book? No problem! Subscribing by email is another good way to support this blog and it's free! Thanks for reading and I'm sending lots of love in these uncertain times. xxKathleen Wendy Waters shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair which, to her mortification, groaned in protest unde

Persephone knew it was almost time to go home when she woke one morning and the air tasted cold in her lungs. Her small bed rocked gently in the calm waters of the Mediterranean and the early morning sunlight poked in through the open cabin door, bringing the chill with it. Cold meant change was coming … cold meant Death would come too. The thought put warmth in her frozen extremities.  Death was waiting for her to come home to him. “Soon,” she whispered to herself and she could almost imagine she heard him whisper it back.             In time she rose and made her way out onto the deck of Lady Grey who turned in languid circles around her anchor point. The rising sun had taken the chill away with it, but Persephone knew her mother’s melancholy would linger a little longer each day until she had gone and come back again. She turned her gaze in the direction of Mount Olympus and wondered; Can you see all the way across the seas? Are you watching me now? There are weeks yet left f