Carol Pierce was born and raised in New York City. She holds a B.A. in English, an M.S.Ed.in Special Education, and a Professional Certificate in Supervision and Administration from Hunter College. She was a teacher and Assistant Principal with the NYC Department of Education for more than 20 years.
Carol enjoys the power of words and writing short stories that transport readers to other worlds. Her stories have appeared online in twosisterswriting and in Drunk Monkeys. In addition to writing, Carol enjoys swimming and researching her Hungarian roots.
Carol enjoys the power of words and writing short stories that transport readers to other worlds. Her stories have appeared online in twosisterswriting and in Drunk Monkeys. In addition to writing, Carol enjoys swimming and researching her Hungarian roots.
Young Girls
“Yes, this is Henry Chester. I didn’t know she had a portrait in a Glasgow art gallery. How do you know it’s my wife’s?” Henry, a slender man with thick, curly grey hair, paced his kitchen floor, phone in hand, concentrating on what the man on the other end was saying. “Let me look at the one I have,” he said, walking briskly into the living room. Read more.
Lavender Roses
My grandmother is in the hospital. Two weeks ago, on a Saturday, she lay down in the middle of the afternoon to take a nap. She was asleep for almost an hour, and when she awoke, she didn’t recognize her surroundings. Read more.
Don’t Be Like Bluebeard’s Wife
The Y is around the corner from his architectural firm, and I would see Les in the pool every weekday from 1:30-2:30 p.m. That’s why, this fall, I thought it odd when he wasn’t there for a whole week.
Eating in the middle of the day made him sleepy, he said, so he forfeited lunch for ten laps of freestyle followed by ten laps each of the back, breast, and sidestrokes. Read more.