My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Mr. Walker strolled the grocery aisles, armed with a feather brush, he raised little clouds of dust as he cleaned rows and rows of canned goods. He stocked all the necessary staples - Spam, pork and beans, Vienna Sausages, Saltines, tune (packed in oil), Campbell’s soups (tomato, chicken noodle and cream of chicken), Del Monte peaches … Continue reading Last meal
The air had a sweet, crispness to it. Fall was fast approaching and I welcomed the break from the oppressive summer heat. Morning commuters hurrying past the coffee shop where I stopped for breakfast were just part of the scenery. I barely noticed the foot and car traffic. Enjoying a quiet moment with my newspaper … Continue reading Morning rush
There is no rabbit hole, nor tea party with tasty petit fours. It’s business as usual, working ‘round the clock. Preppers ready for any disaster… save flood. Chop shop rats able to strip the carapace from a beetle Before the poor creature knows it’s dead. Gathering food for the winter, while the grasshopper plays. Stores … Continue reading Ants go marching
Years pass too quickly Tiny blocks and wooden tops Childhood mementos Paint fades, memories ne’er will Kept safe in a mother’s heart
The drawer stuck. It was either from being overstuffed with junk, or the Georgia humidity warped the wood. Either way, Reagan unleashed a week’s worth of frustration on the poor handle trying to force it open. Alerted to her struggle by a string of random swear words, Kevin came into the kitchen just in time … Continue reading A box of memories
Every edge fraying Coming apart at the seams So many pieces
Thin spiral notebook 