My journal of big words and pretty pictures
You’ve taken me on some wild rides. Ear-popping upward climbs, stomach churning downward spirals, twists and turns enough to keep me guessing, and wishing, and begging for more. There are times when I want to raise my arms above my head, and squeal with delight. The heady rush of adrenaline, making me drunk with excitement. … Continue reading Wild blue
The story so far... “Abigail, you have to come.” Kate’s voice took on a whiny tenor as she pleaded with me. “Derrick’s friend is in town, and needs a date for tonight.” I was already in my pajamas, with my feet up and a nice glass of Cabernet Sauvignon poured. “It’s already late and I … Continue reading The face only a mother could love
The story so far... I was grateful that it was still early enough in the morning that there were no visitors or workmen in the cemetery to witness my retreat from the garden. After the night I had, or nights, I’m sure I looked a fright. My teeth chattering from the cold, I practically ran … Continue reading Doctor patient privilege
"In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss..." ~ Martin Page and Bernie Taupin (music and lyrics), "These Dreams" Misty illusion Astray in an ageless wood Never want to wake
If I wasn’t already dead, I’d die of embarrassment. A flip flop was the cause of my demise. Not mine, of course. I wouldn't be caught dead in such low-class footwear. Oh, I see. That’s right, I am dead. I keep forgetting. It was such a silly thing really. My friends were forever telling me … Continue reading Blown out flip flop
The story so far... A bolt of hot energy shot through my body. I gasped for air as a wave of nausea washed over me. Stumbling out of the cold crypt, I retched into an empty urn at the edge of the burial plot. Dizzy and disoriented, I crawled back to the far corner of … Continue reading It’s cold outside
Thin spiral notebook 