My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Tiny, plastic American flags lined both sides of the road leading into the complex. A light wind flipped the tips of each one sending a synchronized crackling down the rows. No one knew who put out the flags, only that by first light on July 4, they were in place leading from the main, public … Continue reading In pursuit of justice
Man-made, out of place Overpowered by flora Thorny vines consume
There wasn’t enough space in the garage for the old waiting room chairs, so Eugene left them out front, the bucket seats filling up with dirty rainwater that poured off the tarpaper roof. He remembered always sitting in a yellow chair while he waited at Dr. Wilford's for one of his therapy sessions. After Dr. … Continue reading Every other Thursday
For one brief, hopeful moment, Earle believed that he might make it out of his predicament alive, but then she stopped smiling. As far as murderers go, Trixie was exceptionally polite, remembering to say, “please,” and “thank you,” while she was tying him to a kitchen chair, and when she asked him where he kept … Continue reading Kill ’em with kindness
About a year and a half ago, our daughter, our oldest child, moved out of the family home. It’s all good. She found her Big Girl job and wanted to join the ranks of Independent Women. I had one less kid at home, and one extra - empty - bedroom. Oh, the plans I had… … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Room
The house smelled of old age and senility. Each room was crammed full of tables and chiffonier, sideboards and china cabinets; chairs, ottomans, and sofas of all sorts. No surface was bare, no cabinet empty, no nook unoccupied. In an earlier time, the resident would risk being labeled a hoarder. The house was a warren … Continue reading Act accordion-ly
Thin spiral notebook 