Month: January 2016

old sleeping bag

House warming gift

More from the Dinner Party... The gazebo had seen better days. Paint peeling from the rafters littered the benches and stairs landing with a dusting of moldy, white flakes. Old spider webs, hanging like shredded bunting, decorated corners, and railing slats. Atop the only rise in the park, the pavilion was once the venue for ...

metal storage lockers

Full metal basket

Crystal swore as she walked from the outer limits of the parking lot to begin her shift at Big Box Store. It had been raining for five solid days and ankle-deep puddles made the crossing more like an obstacle course. She could feel the grimy water seeping into her galoshes, soaking her socks. That’s just ...

backlit palm frond

Cantankerous

“The more ugly, older, more cantankerous, more ill and poorer I become, the more I try to make amends by making my colors more vibrant, more balanced and beaming.” ~ Vincent van Gogh Since joining the ranks of the 50-somethings, and since I live in an area that is replete with cantankerous Snowbirds during the ...

frame drum

Discordant drums

They would congregate along the rim of the open-air theater in the city park at night. Before the sun dropped below the tall buildings, they would come in pairs, as small families or larger clans. Some slowly danced to silent music, others performed wild, acrobatic feats of wonder. Colorful, haphazard quilts were spread out in ...

foggy beach with people

Fading from view

She is quite ordinary. A middle-aged, work-from-home mother of two adult children, married to her college sweetheart, living in a small rancher in small-town America, with a cat and a dog, and more debt than can be paid off in her lifetime. She spends her days puttering around an empty home, dusting the same bookcase ...

giraffe expression

100 Word Challenge: Peculiar

Today's a special day for me. I will mark this down on my calendar as an auspicious event, one that deserves an annual celebration. Today, I take up the mantle of 100 Word Challenge, inheriting a favorite writing prompt from word-meister extraordinaire, Velvet Verbosity. Lately, I've been reading Ransom Riggs' Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children trilogy. I ...

wrought iron fence

The death of me

  Goodwood Duxford tales... He found her sitting under a spreading magnolia tree at the center of Gramberly Cemetery. The moon was waning but there was still enough light that her cornsilk-yellow hair seemed to glow. She had her back turned when he walked up. Sitting on a wrought-iron bench, her hands were clasped and laid daintily ...