My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The back of her lounge chair was adjusted at a haphazard angle. Its plaid, plastic webbing leaving pink stripes behind her thighs where she absentmindedly pulled her floral sundress above bare hips. She sipped daintily from an iced glass of tea, generously blended with Absolut citron, a refreshing aperitif on a hot afternoon. The Xanax … Continue reading High above it
A trip to the Big Easy was my consolation prize. An extravagant time-out to escape all my recent drama in a totally decadent way. I pawned my wedding ring to pay for the trip with no plans to ever redeem the ticket. Stumbling drunk through the shop’s green, shutter doors, I wasn’t sure what to … Continue reading Consolation prize
"It was only a duck pond, at the back of the farm." Standing in the middle of the packed-dirt lane, his demeanor said more than his words. If he made that benign assertion often enough, people would believe him, or he would believe it too. Old folks, like Miz Rose, swore there was a prehistoric … Continue reading Duck pond
In the beginning, news reports were a constant scroll across the bottom of my TV screen. I remember thinking how stupid that was since power was already so sketchy, there was no guarantee people who actually needed the information were getting it. Then I would laugh because I kept the channel on all day long, … Continue reading Prepping for pending doom
I know every inch of this road. I know when to accelerate over the hill where the vineyard starts to get that roller coaster high. Rubber leaving asphalt, airborne if only for a breath. My stomach rising to my throat, laughing. I know which curves I can take at full speed, gearing down without hitting … Continue reading Whine of the engine
“She’s just like her mother. Got just about as much grace as a baby hippo.” For a moment, she could only stare slack-jawed at Jasper for his insensitive remark. “I can’t believe you said that.” Angela crossed her arms in defiance, keeping her voice low. “Beth is your own daughter.” A look of contempt hung … Continue reading Grace in all things
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