My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story so far... Old Wives' Tale Amelia and Fadri were sitting together knitting when Charles came in from working in the coal plant. He didn’t trust the old woman, and thought she was a bad influence on his wife. Still he was scared of her, and her witchy ways. While the two women’s needles … Continue reading A pinch of this, a pinch of that
A gentle summer zephyr carries my wishes away Swirling and dancing on tiny eddies of air Rising towards the warming sun Tickling my fingertips, ruffling my hair Daydreams lift me higher Buoying my spirit Afloat above the maddening fray
The story so far... Old Wives' Tale “I’m driving out to the Branch farm to talk with Roger, want to go with?” Marshall was standing in his bathroom shaving, wearing only a towel around his waist. “I’d love to go, but is that proper procedure?” I rolled over toward the edge of the bed so … Continue reading Life is but a dream
Indulge me Tell me that you love me Even if it’s a lie Hold me Tell me you’ll never leave Even while you’re walking out the door Kiss me Whisper sweet words in my ear Even if it’s her name you breathe Dance with me Close in your warm embrace Even if I’m not the … Continue reading Indulge me
Climbing the wooden stairs to the wrap-around porch, Katie and her friend were met by Miss Ruby and Miss Mae, the valley’s spinster Welcome Wagon. The most senior residents of Deer Hollow, the ladies were a sort of litmus test. Katie brought Eric to meet the old maid sisters before presenting him to her parents. … Continue reading Honeyed air
The story so far… Old Wives’ Tale The other caravan women noticed the dark purple bruise on Amelia’s cheek. It wasn’t the first time she showed signs of Charles' hand on her pale skin. None of them offered her solace, lest their men put them in their place too. There must have been something she did … Continue reading Red flowers for love
Thin spiral notebook 