My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More of Tilde and Mark’s story… Kimmie dragged her son, Zane, off the porch, giving Tilde and Mark a chance to get reacquainted without a teenaged chaperone. Not knowing what to do when they realized they already knew each other, Tilde and Mark awkwardly attempted a handshake then went in for a clumsy hug. “You … Continue reading Unasked questions
Zane and Tilde negotiated their way through a mass of people crowding the front lawn. An expanse that could easily be mistaken for a soccer pitch, or the outfield of a major league ballpark, was the site of a winner-take-all flag football game between parents and the Henry Ford High School Regional Baseball Champions. Kimmie, Zane’s … Continue reading The one that got away
His mordant wit was as sharp and deadly as an executioner’s ax. Sometimes Victor’s mocking cut to the quick with sudden and precise aim, and at other times it was wielded with brutal, hacking repetition. The verbal fencing was a talent Victor inherited from his father. While charming with his friends, without hesitation Victor would … Continue reading Winter storm
"Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body.” ~ Joseph Addison “How’s he holding up?” Late arriving to the match, Buddy crouched down as he made his way across the arena seats to join his friend Mac. “She’s pulverizing him,” Mac whispered, hoping to not get catcalled by the other spectators. “He … Continue reading Studious pugilist
“I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in.” ~ Edgar Allen Poe, The Cask of Amontillado Where first the screams were like music to his ears, now they threaten to drive him mad. Eógan knew he should have stayed away, … Continue reading Walled in
A fine snow was falling, dusting everything with a light powder of white. A delicate border of rime formed on the remaining leaves on the massive oak in the quad and along its otherwise bare branches. It was a holiday scene encapsulated in a child’s snow globe. Except that it was the middle of June … Continue reading Frozen
Thin spiral notebook 