Author Profile: Mary Senter

How and when did you decide, or discover, that you were to be a writer?

I did some writing when I was a teenager, but then life got in the way and I took a 20-year hiatus. At 39, I finally finished my undergrad degree. I’d been taking some local history classes and I had a lot of questions about what happened to the mixed-race offspring of the marriages that were formed during the fur trade, once Americans began settling the Puget Sound region. At the same time, I read an article about a young Native American doctor who was working on the reservation where I live. He was the inspiration for the protagonist of a historical novel I knew I had to write. For the past seven years, I’ve been working on the book and learning craft, but also getting sidetracked by short fiction, memoir, and essay.

What inspired you to write flash fiction?

I like the challenge of telling a story with brevity and making each word count.

Describe your writing process.

Often my writing is triggered by an unanswerable question, e.g.:

  • “Why did that happen?”
  • “What in the world possessed him to do that?”
  • “What would happen if…?”

I write to find the answers for myself—to reconcile the event in my mind. Other times, I am so frustrated by modern times, I just want to escape and go back in time to, say, the Wild West, or even the 80s. I typically start with a character and then build a rough outline to make sure the plotting will work and go from there. I also love to research. Unearthing historical gems that have been lost to time and bringing them to light is a thrill.

What was the inspiration behind what was published on

My daughter mentioned a while back that one of her friends was taking Molly. I know kids experiment with drugs. My friends did. But in my years as a corrections officer, I saw many hundreds of promising young lives destroyed by drug addiction. Drugs are bad. All of them.

What are you working on now?

In addition to revising my novel (the worst part of writing), I’m writing a little bit of everything. Visit me at


My BFF Molly

By Mary Senter

She opened her puffy eyes to see light streaming through a dirty aluminum framed window. It took her a minute to figure out where she was. Clothes piled on brown shag carpet. Thrift store furniture. She heard his throaty breathing and remembered. She slowly slid her legs from under the sheet, dangling them over the edge of the bed and carefully contorted her torso until she was on her belly, sliding her body off the edge of the bed until her knees touched the floor. The mattress springs creaked as she removed her weight, but he didn’t stir. His open mouth let out a low growl as he exhaled.  Continue reading