My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It is just a penny - a common, copper one-cent piece that anyone may find on the ground on any day. Except it isn’t common. Half buried in the coarse, variegated sand, face up to show Lincoln’s stoic profile and the mint date, that coin shouldn’t be there. Urban legend holds our dearly departed can … Continue reading Heads I win
After walking for what seemed like hours - but was actually around 15 minutes - Casper crested a small hill in a seemingly endless and scorching ribbon of black asphalt. As his luck would have it, Casper's car breaking down on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, on the hottest day … Continue reading It was only a mirage
Previously: "Paisley, rosemary, and time." Several brand-new fashion dolls lay scattered around the corner of the hotel room. Paisley had undressed and dressed the dolls for an hour. She sat in a pool of sunlight spilling through a sliding glass door that led to a green lawn. Beyond the boundary of the grass, a swimming … Continue reading Child’s play
Light and airy, bright sunshine streamed into the atrium through a ceiling of glass and metal. Filled with towering, full-leafed trees and fragrant, blossom-covered shrubs, greenery couldn’t detract from the industrial feel of the gallery. Several benches lined the outer edge of a central courtyard, tucked under the shadow of a lush canopy of foliage. … Continue reading Homesick
He came out of nowhere, I just reacted, Sounds more like overreacted. He scared the bejeezus out of me, dropped right out of that Apple Tree, talking smack and trying to push forbidden fruit on me. He actually talked to you? Yeah, did not expect that. A little snake I can handle, but a talking … Continue reading Action, reaction
The home smelled of mothballs with a lingering hint of tobacco smoke. Griffith stood at the foot of the staircase looking up into the gloomy second floor. Each stair tread had a worn indent from so many years of use. He absentmindedly stroked the acorn-shaped finial atop the newel post. The railing swayed with every … Continue reading The shape of things
Thin spiral notebook 