B.B. Potter
Bio
A non-fiction writer crossing over to fiction, trying to walk a fine line between the two.
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Stories (16/0)
Just a Minute is Important on the Morning Commute
Gazing around from my spot in the driver’s seat, I see that I need to get gas and straighten the passenger floor mat that’s askew. Huh, I don’t think I’ve ever used that word before. The dash display clicks to 7:53. Good, it looks like I’ll make it to work on time.
By B.B. Potter5 days ago in Fiction
Don't Be Afraid of the Old
Age is a gift of the genes. Age is also a gift of luck. We all know folks who at 60 are old. They may look old, they can act old, they are old. The old were lucky to avoid accidents and fatal illnesses. Do you know elderly people? That word alone can make Gen X, Gen Z, and Millenials cringe.
By B.B. Potter2 months ago in Humans
Stranded in the Mojave
A hank of hair blows into my eye, escaping from my ponytail. A scattering of dust whips off a cracked wooden fence post into my other eye. Momentarily blinded by this double ocular attack, I stop to get my bearings. "This Mojave wind is messing with me," I complain to Wren.
By B.B. Potter5 months ago in Fiction
Blue Falling
Blue tetrominos falling, rapid succession Tetris on my mind
By B.B. Potterabout a year ago in Poets
sky jewels
Bright desert vista blue turquoise set in silver echoed in the sky
By B.B. Potterabout a year ago in Poets
Escaping Trolls
February 24th started out as an awful day, and it worsened as it progressed. Early that morning, I had driven forty miles to take a friend to the hospital for scheduled life-saving surgery. (Happily, that was successful.) Later in the day, I had accompanied a loved one to a doctor's appointment, only to find that the soreness was due to lung cancer. Not the best of days by any means.
By B.B. Potter2 years ago in Humans
