My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time Episode written by: Lance Burson The briny, fresh smell of a Florida Gulf Coast beach bringing on memories of being a little girl vacationing with her parents distracted Millicent as she walked into the hotel room. She gagged then murmured "I can taste the E. coli, I'll do this quick … Continue reading The lingering taste of salt
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time A while back, my writerly, author-type friend, Lance and I collaborated on a couple of serial stories. We each had created a character who was both female and fatal. Independent of one another we had brought forth Millicent and Pauley. Millicent was a hired killer with a penchant for poisons, particularly … Continue reading Paisley, rosemary, and time
Twelve unflinching steps Order within the chaos Threshold to threshold
Back before Christmas, I was crocheting a mermaid tail afghan as a present for my daughter. I was almost finished with it. I was at the fin part when I did something wonky to my hand. At first, I though I just twisted something with the way I was holding the yarn to keep the … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Whine
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time A half-eaten deli sub, still partially wrapped in its butcher paper sleeve, lay bleeding olive oil on Det. Sean Webster’s desk. His rumpled shirt and tie were splattered with the greasy effluence and tiny orts of focaccia dotted the thighs of his dark, too-tight pants. June Chapel sat across from … Continue reading Drawing blood
The law says a freight trains can’t go over 10 miles an hour when it’s moving through town. At that speed, if you’re agile enough, it’s easy to grab onto one of the boxcar’s ladder rungs. Sometimes, if the car had just been offloaded they leave the cargo door open to air out the container. … Continue reading Riding the rails
Thin spiral notebook 