My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A quiet, soft spot to be alone A steaming cuppa, a good book, warm blanket, Getting lost in the words of a land unknown Knights and maidens glorified in iambic sonnet Uncharted stars and worlds strange Joining an unexpected journey with a Hobbit A family saga set against the good earth Freedom to read radical … Continue reading Bibliophilia
“Back in the day, would I’ve been a villein?” Jodie and Flynn snuggled on her bed for their nightly chat. “I can’t imagine you as a ‘bad guy’ in any era,” Flynn purred, offering his belly for scratching. “No, silly, not ‘villain’, ‘ain’,” Jodie giggled, tickling him with both hands. “I mean ‘villein', ‘ein’, like … Continue reading Family history
Flynn luxuriated in a pool of sunlight pouring through the bay window, his tail lazily swatting at dust motes playing in the amber stream. His person, Jodie, was in a similar posture in a plush chair near the window snuggled under an old, crocheted afghan. She wavered on the edge of sleep, her eyelids heavy, … Continue reading Her man Flynn
Della's mind was as dense as the evening fog rolling over the pier. You could see something moving around in there, but it was never clear what. I curse the day she walked into my shabby, third-floor walk-up office. First thing I deduced was that she was dressed all wrong. Her floral print rayon sundress … Continue reading Gum shoe
Rain made the whole world a dreary blur, only shades of light and dark bled through the gloaming. The bridge was long and narrow, only wide enough for two cars. Either side of the span was a grey nothingness, behind me the sky fell to earth. Ahead was as uncertain, the greyness reaching out with … Continue reading Grey rain
Rylee’s bubbly personality and refulgent smile could brighten anyone’s day. Anyone except Clifton. Clifton mistrusted perky people. He believed they were hiding something nefarious behind their shimmering friendliness. It was that perkiness that helped Rylee secure her patients’ advocate position at the VA. Clifton suspected she was a sleeper there to gather intelligence on the … Continue reading Nothing’s as it seems
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