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Anna Boisvert
Bio
Life is beautiful.
Be you. Be weird.
Musings and imaginings from the brain of a fifty something year old Gemini who sold everything and moved to Los Angeles in 2018.
Stories (37/0)
Is That All There Is?
Is That All There Is... She was driving. She loved her fast little Mini. She had sprung for the extras...leather, GPS, the different color rear views, and the convertible. Of course the convertible. She loved the sun and it shown far too infrequently where she somehow still lived after all the years spent dreaming of elsewhere. One day she was going to change that as if telling herself over and over would somehow bring it to be. It was her birthday and as she wished for a friend, just one, she realized it was her aloofness that had created the annonymity of her existence and only she was to blame. Maybe it was better this way, she thought as pressed on the accelerator. Speed was fun. It felt good, like she was actually going SOMEwhere instead of NOwhere in life.
By Anna Boisvert3 days ago in Fiction
The Lost Dream
I was the last piece of jewelry you had from your mom. I started as a thought in her head. Your birthday was coming up and she wanted to make it special. She was so good at choosing jewelry but this time, she chose to create something special for you, something unique.
By Anna Boisvert5 months ago in Humans
The Empty Glass. Top Story - September 2023.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was standing right there next to my husband, when all of a sudden, in the middle of a sentence, he disappeared. I remember the sound of the glass hitting the pebbles, and of them moving, knocking together as it settled.
By Anna Boisvert9 months ago in Fiction
Another Way to Be. Top Story - August 2023.
I asked myself for the millionth time in the last three weeks what in the world is next. Everything I knew my life to be had changed. Again. And once again I found myself on the precipice of great change. Whether that change would be desired or a disaster is yet unknown as I write this.
By Anna Boisvert11 months ago in Humans
Persephone and the Magic Track Jumping Train
When Persephone walked into the engine room, as she started to call it, everything had changed. The seating area was now gone and the floor was open with a desk in the center, and a chairs to sit in. It was on a little platform that raised it up high enough to see through the front window of the train from a seated position. The platform sat on a rug, the desk on another, a chair on either side.
By Anna Boisvertabout a year ago in Fiction
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