My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“So, what’s the skinny?” he’d drawl, his hat dipped low over his eyes. Dating Burt was like living in a hardboiled film noir. A Sam Spade wannabe, Burt threw around words like “copper” and "goon." He wore a sweat-stained fedora and crumpled khaki trench coat, drank cheap bourbon and smoked unfiltered Camel cigarettes. By “smoked,” … Continue reading Koi meets girl
Miss Clementine Fernsby was dressed inappropriately for the sweltering weather in her bespoken Weddington blouse of starched cotton, and ankle-length woolen walking skirt. Her silvery hair sat on top of her head in an orderly, coifed Edwardian bun. She and her secretary, Mabel, a plain and dowdy matron, were taking a stroll around the city’s … Continue reading An orderly life
The light turned from red to green and I slowly accelerated into the intersection, a glint of sunlight off a windshield my only warning Then the screech of tires, a smell of hot tar and diesel fuel, and the desperate screams of car horns assaulted me - or were the screams mine. In a split … Continue reading Intersection
Earbuds in, hairbrush microphone in hand, Susie belted out “Don’t Speak” in her best Gwen Stefani vibrato. Tipping her fedora to the mirror, she hopped on one foot, then kicked out her other leg. Keeping time to music only she heard, Susie danced and sang until she glistened with sweat. “Don’t tell me ‘cause it … Continue reading Hairbrush microphone
The sum total of one man’s days Culled into five identical cardboard boxes An eclectic collection of Sharpie-scented paradoxes Labeled with dates and “fragile” written slantways Sepia photos of teenage lovers in a shiny halcyon haze Rusty skeleton keys without maps to the treasure each unlocks The sum total of one man’s days Culled into … Continue reading Five boxes
She could claim it wasn’t planned. Even if she couldn’t admit it to herself, she had mapped out her escape her entire adult life. Every shopping trip, every grocery run, she asked for $10 or $20 cash back. Over the years she saved a substantial amount. "Squirrel money" her grandad called it. It was finally … Continue reading Escape plan
Thin spiral notebook 