I’ve Invested Nothing for #WeWriWa #8Sunday


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Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all!

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Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.

From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.


Rose is at work on a Monday morning, but her contact with a shabbily dressed man has her seeing her office  – and maybe her life – in a new way.

I’ve Invested Nothing

I have only what’s needed to conduct my task of archiving documents, and filling research requisitions for professors and graduate students.

I’ve invested nothing of myself here. If I quit this job tomorrow, would anyone notice?

I sit down at my serviceable, if not quite steady, metal desk. Setting my purse down on the right corner, I open it, and tenderly withdraw Jeremy’s rose. Maybe I’ll buy a vase to put it in at the chapel thrift store – I might even be able to find a warmer coat for Jeremy, or at least a heavier shirt…I want to see him again, and know that he’ll be safe and warm.

What would Jeremy think of Rose’s office?

Will Rose take action, or sink back into life as she knows it?

If she takes action, what will it be?

Any guesses?

Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown ReviewSince I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my initial self-published offering.

I’m still not doing as well as I want at visiting my fellow #8sunday participants, but I do feel things moving to a more even keel as we adjust to a self-employed life with less tension, since we decided to cash out on a modest investment or two and use the funds to replace the car, fund some much-needed purchases, have a financial safety net during the transition, and invest in moving the business to the next level.

I’m still working on my major revision class, marketing, and self-publication. I’m also reading and working through Prosperity for Writers, which is a mindful approach to shifting perceptions and attitudes toward, well – prosperity through writing.

Now, once I get better at fitting visiting and commenting into this growth, I’ll be golden! Yo that end, I’ve pulled several posts into my Pocket account, and hope to be able to read/comment upon them during odd quiet moments at our Sunday morning market. I can do that right on my phone. I’m hoping that will be the answer to my quandary.

Looking for more #8Sunday?


  1. “If I left this job tomorrow, would anyone notice?” is so poignant. She’s adrift in the world. She needs to find her place. Good job making the reader care about her.

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