My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Dory pulled the back hem of her skirt up between her knees and tucked it into her waistband to form a pocket. Draping her oil-cloth gunny sack across her chest, she set the bag on her hip so she could fill it easier. With a quick flip of her hair, she twisted the long curls … Continue reading Sweet dreams
The story so far... It’s curious what bits of memory don’t transfer well. Quentin, key fob in hand, wandered around the physicians’ parking lot looking for his car. Listening for the telltale “beep, beep,” he tried to remember what model the good Dr. Payne drove. The feelings he conjured in the ER towards the nurses, … Continue reading Industrial chic
Live life out loud! That can be hard to do when your entire life has been spent trying to not be the center of attention. When you’ve kept to the shadows, not causing any problems, rarely speaking out, or taking up for myself. I joke that since I’ve crossed the 50-something threshold, I’ve earned my … Continue reading These go to eleven
The story so far... When Abigail came too, she was lying on a couch in what she presumed was the coroner’s office. Vintage tools of the trade decorated the otherwise sparse room. Hearing voices, she quickly did a check to make sure her shift changes remained in place before the doctor returned. As the door … Continue reading Just the facts, Ma’am
October, the harbinger of fall, is more than half over. Fall foliage has reached and maybe passed its peak colors. Bold reds and oranges, bright yellow and purples - the different hues rival any rainbow. Yet… here in Florida, where temps are still summer-ish, and the majority of our trees stay green year-round, we have … Continue reading Because I’m beautiful
The story so far... Quentin gave in to his host’s control, letting “his” memories guide him through a chaotic shift in the Emergency Room. He likened the feeling to an out-of-body experience, looking on from the fringe, aware of both his and his host’s identity. After giving up a host, Quentin would sometimes wonder if … Continue reading Dearly departed
Thin spiral notebook 