Saturday, March 21, 2026

Itching: Micro Fiction

In January, my friend Kelley and I stopped to get Chinese food to take back to my house to eat. I found someone's grocery list lying on the ground. I remembered one year at Sanibel Island Writers Conference learning about a website that published people's actual grocery lists as fodder for stories. This is why I picked up the list. It took a while to figure out what the story could be, and I've worked on it for a week. It helped me recall how much I love writing fiction. 

 




 Itching

She had decided to improve her health. Enough of the fast food and convenience items she has been depending on. Stop being lazy, Sara, she told herself. You aren’t getting any  younger. Full-on veganism was the plan. Anything else would be halfway.


She was committed. While making her list, she decided she’d take her doctor’s advice and give up caffeine. She added decaf coffee.Yes! One trip to the grocery store she could start down an entirely new path to health and wellness. She was itching to get started. No time like the present!


Sara made her list on an odd-shaped piece of recycled cardboard, and attached a coupon for Gold Bond Lotion she had cut out of the back of People magazine. Her skin has been getting dry and itchy now that she has entered her fifties. It was time to start taking care of her skin as well. 


She was going to be a whole new person.


Excited about her plan, she headed off to the local Publix, convinced their vegetables would be superior, although she couldn’t recall the last time she had purchased a vegetable from Publix or any other store. Yes, it has been a while. This is why the plan was so vitally needed. A whole new life awaits.


After parking, Sara looked at herself in the rear view mirror. She saw a woman with an aging, sallow face. All this changes today, she told herself. Just do it!


The store was fairly crowded, but she made her way through the produce section, picking up the items on her list: pears, bananas, cherries, squash, walnuts. She found a bag of already prepped slaw and picked up the ingredients in the condiments aisle for a mayonnaise free dressing: apple cider vinegar, honey, and stone ground mustard. With each item placed carefully into the cart, her enthusiasm for this project grew. 


After grabbing the Grevalia decaf in the coffee aisle, Sara headed to the cashiers. Yikes. Only two opened, and each with long lines of customers with loaded carts. She realized a trip to the bathroom was in order, so she slid her cart out of the way in the wine section, and headed to the restroom. While washing her hands she looked in the mirror again and thought, hmmm, I’m looking better already! My skin looks fresh. Amazing what a new attitude can do!


She left the ladies room and found herself walking out the electric door. In a short distance she was pulling open the door to #1 Wok Chinese food. Without another thought of her vegan commitment, she got her usual: boneless spare ribs appetizer, three shrimp egg rolls, and an order of General Tso’s Chicken. Carrying her parcel to her car, she didn’t give a thought to the cart she left behind. Her grocery list, loose in her pocket, dropped out onto the pavement. She didn’t notice a thing. All she could think of was the hot food waiting to be eaten, and she rushed home. She poured herself a hefty glass of wine, dished out her food until the plate was overflowing with meat-heavy items, and feasted while watching the new season of Virgin River on Netflix. She fell asleep in front of the television.


Around 11:00 p.m., Sara woke. Her arms and legs and belly were itchy. She was still tipsy from the wine. It was then she remembered she had not picked up the Gold Bond Lotion. I’ll have to find that coupon, she thought, as she flipped over to go back to sleep. 




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Sunday, March 15, 2026

You

 Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream?
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seen
From song "To Where You Are"

On Saturday morning I started thinking again about trying to get together a new writing circle, and I began brainstorming how I would approach it. I pulled a book off my shelf that I actually didn't know I still had. I had purged a lot of books a couple of years ago, and since I hadn't ever really used the book, I figured it was gone. But there it was.

Upon opening it I found something I didn't even remember existed:



I didn't realize that Jim had given me this book. I felt it was a sweet message of his belief in me and the journey I continue here on earth.

Today I began to look into a slightly different approach and found a book that was published on October 7, 2025 -- a year to the day he passed away.

For a long while, I have been open to messages wherever they come from, and I cannot help but feel he is gently leading me in my way. Others would say "just coincidence." Sure. A coincidence that informs me on ways to go. I believe synchronicity is a power in the universe that helps us follow the path that will serve us best.

With that in mind, I wrote this poem:

I find you, Jim,
as I muse on
things I want to
pursue.
Your name in a book, 
handwritten by you.
A publication date
of significance to me.
All happenstance
mind you,
not planned
or searched for.

Some would say
synchronicity.

I feel a kinship
to you on the other
side of the great divide.
Something slightly
different than here
on the earthly plane.
You show up
in mystical ways
like you know what
I am thinking
before I do.






Itching: Micro Fiction

In January, my friend Kelley and I stopped to get Chinese food to take back to my house to eat. I found someone's grocery list lying on ...