My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“What’s with all the keys?” A basket a filled with hotel keys sat singly atop his dresser like trophies on display. “That’s not all of them,” he said, “Just ones from this month.” Sticking a finger in the pile, I flipped the fobs over to read where he had spent the night. “Do you travel [...]
“Do you have the young wench under your control yet?” Flynn smacked the white squirrel’s nose in rapid succession until Cyril yelped in pain and scurried away. “You needn't have done that,” Cyril rubbed his sore snout, glowering at the warrior cat. “I won’t abide any disrespect toward Jodie,’ Flynn returned Cyril’s glare, hissing through [...]
Picking at an upholstery tear in the showroom chair, she fumed over her second trip that day to get her car serviced. “Having fun yet?” her Mister texted. “He’s running a diagnostic making sure it’s right this time,” she vehemently poked her phone keys. She stared at the service bay window angry enough to burn [...]
“Are all feline familiars black?” Jodie and Flynn curled up together on a tapestry rug in front of the smoldering fireplace like an yin and yang symbol. Of course not,” he purred. “I’m not entirely black.” Flynn swished his tail, gently touching Jodie’s arm with its white tip. “Do different colors mean anything?” She flicked at [...]
She looked uncomfortable. The pillows stacked under her head and not her body put her at an odd angle but she was high enough to see her television. Her family gathered around her bed watching an old black and white movie featuring her when she was a young dancer during the Harlem Renaissance. At age [...]
It wasn’t my dark, bogeyman-filled nighttime closet, nor the monster netherworld beneath my bed, that filled my preadolescent heart with dread. It was the furtive bleurs living under our roof. Every shadow, every flash of movement just outside of my field of vision, could be one of the child-abducting spirits waiting to snatch me from [...]
It was stifling hot. Her hair, wet with sweat, was pulled into a severe ponytail. Her skin glistened with baby oil and iodine, giving it a rusty sheen. Her legs stuck to the plastic webbing of her lounge chair. The red indentations left by the webbing mimicked the small weave on individual straps and would [...]
