My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The storefront looked abandoned. A rusty padlock secured the entrance, and a crazy quilt of plywood was nailed to one side of the display window. The other side was coated with a thick layer of grime. Someone had written, “Wash Me,” with their finger in the dirt. A hand-painted “For Sale” sign, tucked into the … Continue reading Upwardly mobile
Murky skies, murky mood. Going home is expected for these kinds of events. Somber, bitter exhibitions held for the living to perform grievous posturing, outdoing hired mourners. Firstborn son, blessed girl-child - she is the twin of you! - coming together telling stories, feigning good memories, lying to keep the vultures in check. Do the … Continue reading The end
Goodwood Duxford tales... The group of ghosts and living stood at the trail head of a path that wended through old growth oaks draped in curtains of Spanish moss. That it was mid-day, and the sun was blazing in a cloudless sky, did not take away from the eerie atmosphere of the woods. A representative … Continue reading A load of bricks
She looked over her list, crossing off another address before moving on. Folding up the yellow, legal pad page, she tucked it into her pocket with her other notes. At the next intersection, a neighborhood flyer was tacked to a lamppost. She ripped it down, not even leaving a torn corner scrap of paper. The … Continue reading Making a list, checking it twice
I’m a collector of words. I keep an ever-growing lists of intriguing words. Words I’ve read in a book, or heard in movies or on television, words gifted to me by friends and family. I love words. I’ve bookmarked pages of lists on my laptop - animals groups (did you know you call a group of … Continue reading What’s the word
Mildred frowned. She would never get back those last four hours. The wasted time was only redeemed by also being spent with her granddaughter, Stella. The same granddaughter who insisted she could teach her grandmother how to use a smartphone. Emojis, texts, apps, camera and voice messaging… it was all so foreign. Whatever happened to … Continue reading Book ‘im, Danno
Thin spiral notebook 