The weight of her camera bag pulled the strap tight against Norah’s chest as she lumbered without direction through the alleys of the Old City. She had made it. She was there. She found a way to go back and she was fulfilling her dream. She was in Jerusalem. And she felt like a fool. Tears welled […]Read more "The Arches in Jerusalem"
Ok, I’m breaking the wall. The first story got more likes than any blog I’ve written. The second part, nothing. Did it suck? -Norah’s authorRead more "WTF? Did the second part suck?"
Norah was disappointed that he was going again. But she had a lot of work to do and with Ethan gone, she could let her messy side loose. The dishes could pile up, her clothes could litter the floor, her shoes need not find their proper home and she could hyper-focus on the photographs. The gallery had […]Read more "Part 2: The Surprise."
May, 2019 Norah looked over her computer and peeked at Ethan sitting on the couch, his naked feet on the coffee table, his laptop in his lap and that look of intense concentration she was familiar with. He had been working on this project for months. He was close to a solution. Norah could see it in […]Read more "Norah’s Dream: Part 1"
Norah was angry. She tore through the parking lot barely missing the annoying churchgoers who, every Sunday, unjustly clogged the shortcut from University Avenue to her apartment. She glared at them with her brow hopelessly furrowed. She hated everyone at that moment. How did it happen? How did she find herself in this situation again? […]Read more "(The Story She Gave Him) Au Revoir Monsieur Lune"