My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Rose could hear the searchers calling her name as they hunted the woods for any signs of her. The voices were moving away from the lake shore. Perhaps they feared finding her bloated body floating facedown in the water. Instead, they seemed to be moving back up the hill toward the house. She imagined them … Continue reading Home free
He pulled the ruler from a narrow, side pocket of his overalls, snapping it open with military precision. Despite his workingman métier, his appearance was always meticulous. A razor-edged crease ran down the center of each pant leg; his white oxford shirt, starched and buttoned to the neck; and his nails free of grime, were … Continue reading Measure thrice
Sunlight scandalized the introverted downtown building, shimmying along rows of wallflower windows, inviting them to dance.
~ Spider Warning ~ Beautiful, yet deadly. Gossamer threads, as thin as a strand of hair, veil the path. An intricate tapestry, woven with the precision of a master, stronger than steel, yet soft as silk. As mysterious as Anansi’s workshop where he strings pearls of dew on misty mornings. Each bead a story of … Continue reading Master weaver
She focused so hard on breaking through the walls, that she neglected to thrive once she made it into the light.
Copper jackets plinking on the ground sounded like rain. The lingering petrichor from a recent shower was cloying compared to the stringent scent of her spent shells. Margie fired off more rounds, the acrid smell of gun powder washing back over her. She could feel the tension release from her shoulders. The trail exercise always made … Continue reading The Downturn
Thin spiral notebook 