Down in flames

flaming flower

Goodwood Duxford tales… Sparks bloomed where his incendiary words dropped to the ground, erupting in tiny bursts of orange, red, and gold, searing a path through the tall grass. Heat trailed after him, a tsunami of shimmering wildfire in his wake. Harlan Beaumont’s nefarious nature, a residual natal nuance, was a family trait that had … Continue reading Down in flames

Fresh powder

white sand, fence row

Fresh, loose dry powder Winter white, summer snowy Not ice, crystal quartz The sand on Destin's Emerald Coast, running along the Gulf of Mexico in Northwest Florida, is composed of crystalline quartz. It looks white, as pure as the driven snow, but it is actually clear and as fine as sugar.

Cherry lipstick

pitted cherries

She always wore cherry lipstick. A fixture at the Blue Orchid’s karaoke night, Val always sang the same three songs, screeching classical garbage off-key at a volume that made a mic redundant. She'd clutch the microphone in her hands, white knuckled, and plant her lips on the mesh windscreen, leaving behind red smears of greasy wax embedded … Continue reading Cherry lipstick