My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He held his wine glass up to the light, watching thick rivulets of crimson slide down the side of the goblet. “Perfect legs.” It came out a raspy breath, something to murmur in a lover’s ear. I felt like a voyeur watching him twisting and turning his glass, the wine coating the inside of the … Continue reading Red, red wine
I had a routine doctor’s appointment this week, and as per usual, I took a book expecting a long wait to be invited back to the exam rooms. Once called in, everything went as expected… then my doc asked what I was reading. “'A Gentleman in Moscow',” I said, explaining I had the book in … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Arrest
My teeth chattered so violently I feared they would shatter. I couldn’t stop shaking, the cold air was turning my fingers blue. Harsh lights and sounds flooded my senses. I squinted through the glare, swiveling my head back forth like I was watching a frenzied tennis match, searching for anything tangible. A sudden blast of … Continue reading Experiment in progress
Seymour bent over the passenger-side fender digging in the engine bay looking for anything out of kilter. He leaned back, hands on his hips, to holler into the open car window. “Fire ‘er up!” Seymour waved his grease rag over his head to signal ignition Cecil, hugging the steering wheel with one arm turned the … Continue reading Fire ‘er up
When you write about me later, and you will, please resist the urge to lapse into hyperbole. It will be easy to do, and certainly justified, but the common reader won’t be able to grasp my extraordinary circumstances and succumb to disbelief. We can’t have that. Better to under-play the details than to lose your … Continue reading Exclusive interview
“Not a big fan,” I turned away, shrugging through my critique. “What’s not to like?” Hannah danced around to face me, laughing, trying to make me smile. “Seiously? How much time you got?” My sarcasm thick with disdain. “What do you have against him?” Hannah frowned, genuinely bewildered by my scorn. “Again, how much time … Continue reading Not a fan
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