“I can’t be pregnant. Not now. How did this happen?”
Author: Richard Donnelly
DANDELIONS: New York
Not that he didn’t enjoy New York. Like a trip to Disney World, the city resembled in spirit, if not fact, a carnival midway…
DANDELIONS: The Winner
This morning John Schatz sits in his rented room. The room has a table, a chair, a microwave, an ancient, humming refrigerator, and a small bed…
DANDELIONS: The Notorious Ms. Baker
She had married the owner of the biggest appliance chain in the Midwest, divorcing the husband and keeping the stores….
DANDELIONS: Love Songs of the Portuguese
He didn’t need Li-Li’s assent. The spell had been cast. She left her glass unfinished, walking with him to the counter in a dream state…
DANDELIONS: Trading Up
Reba looked up from a potter’s wheel. “It’s four o’clock?” she said. “Already?”…
DANDELIONS: Plan B
“Do you know what he said to me? He told me to marry Walt. Said he’d marry me himself, but he’s too old for kids. How did he know I want kids?…”
DANDELIONS: Salesmen
“I actually had dinner with her. Long story short, she ordered twenty-three Aeron chairs and two solid mahogany conference tables…”
DANDELIONS: Everyone’s Buddy
I ruffed the dog’s neck and patted her head. Leaning a bit too close I received a big, sloppy kiss…
DANDELIONS: Terror on Happy Street
A few protesters had gotten on the bus. All emptied off at the Courthouse, including Reba and Walt. “Why are we here again?” Walt asked…
DANDELIONS: Bird’s Eye View
On the eve of the Floyd trial, storefronts are putting up plywood, erecting barriers. It doesn’t sound comforting…
POEM: Masks
you can’t hate anonymity…
DANDELIONS: Pitchforks
“You’ve got a pretty smart mouth on you. You don’t own a pickup, by any chance?…”
DANDELIONS: Roses are Red
“The artist must be absolutely ruthless with those they love. You can judge them by their ruthlessness….”
DANDELIONS: Big and Bad
“We had coffee. He said I should study end tables….”
DANDELIONS: The Pottery Thief
“Hey, buddy. What are you carrying?” A better question would have been, Hey buddy. How did you get this old and this stupid?
DANDELIONS: Do You Remember Cleveland?
Well, Schatz hadn’t lost his touch. He could talk a fool into anything…
DANDELIONS: ‘Buttercup’
Schatz hung up, not at all disappointed. It felt good to hear his phone ring. To be in the loop. He had not thought he would miss the tangle and jangle of phones. But he did…