Leave a comment


Hoping no neighbor watched, Kay slunk beneath the windows toward the front driveway. A wide-open space lay between her and the street. She couldn’t risk sprinting to her car. She had better hide behind the oleander until Olivia left.

Her desire to apprise Mona of the origin of her husband’s unreported perks had been trumped by intrigue regarding the overheard conversation. What had Simon done? Who was Trey? As she waited, pressure on her bladder heightened. She shouldn’t have drunk all that water.

Excerpted from AGE MATTERS by Peggy Dougherty.


About Peggy D. Snyder. Ph.D.

Psychologist, Author

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: