My journal of big words and pretty pictures
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 … Continue reading Service with a smile
“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 … Continue reading A sharp dressed man
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 … Continue reading All that jazz
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 … Continue reading Raising the roof
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 … Continue reading Well-done
“Life must be good, old sport,” Cyril sidled across the travertine terrace toward Flynn, his nose sniffing the air and his voice dripping with subservience. Flynn stretched languidly, eyes closed, mouth wide, his fangs flashing a brilliant white. The creamy, walnut-hued courtyard tiles remained cool even under the hottest sun. Flynn lounged there most afternoons, … Continue reading A proper introduction
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