“A little bit of microfiction about unexpected gifts in unusual forms.” -Hugh

That was exactly the feeling my husband and I had after three weeks of cleaning out his mom’s home in Switzerland. The antique shop buyers had taken a lot away in their small cars. After packing what we wanted to save, the rest filled a construction dumpster.

An armoire in the bedroom and the old piano in the basement that we couldn’t even give away were to be taken by the salvage crew.

While we waited upstairs, we heard some one playing the piano . . .something classical and haunting . . . an unexpected gift. A fitting good bye.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.