My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Her hair fanned out like a copper halo across her pillow. Light of the waning moon spilled through the window giving her skin an ethereal luminescence. Standing at the foot of her bed, he watched the slight rise and fall of her chest. The butterfly flutter of her eyelids, the chance that she’d actually wake … Continue reading Enshrined
Part 1... A middle-aged woman, dressed in a flowing patchwork skirt and an embroidered white cotton blouse, topped with a swirl of silver, teal and magenta curls, lounged in a chair in Gleason’s office. Her right, bare foot tucked under her, and her left foot, her knee bent almost to her chin, planted flat on … Continue reading Level 7: Part 2
Empty plates and utensils, rinsed and stacked in the sink along with drink glasses free of orange juice dregs, were waiting patiently to be loaded into the dishwasher. “I love that you cooked us breakfast. I love that you cleaned up the kitchen, but your attention to the stovetop is sorely lacking.” He slung the … Continue reading Crime scene
“This is the part I hate the most,” Dr. George Gleason stood outside Clyde Phillips’ room. “Even the term, ‘death watch,’ disturbs me.” As the administrator of Lakeside Rehabilitation Center, Gleason knew every resident and every story, except Clyde Phillips. The 94-year-old Phillips was the oldest and longest resident at Lakeside and was not expected … Continue reading Level 7: Part 1
Clark stood in the shadow of a towering concrete and glass building. It was colder in the shade but he was out of the cutting wind. Blowing warm breath into his closed, icy fists, wisps of steam rose from the spaces between his fingers. Coat collar turned up, a grey, checked Burberry scarf was wrapped … Continue reading The Tunnels
Another Dinner Party wish is about to be answered... “The stupid is strong in this one.” Augustine Stiles held a lined index card in one hand, fanning his interminably moist face. He never actually sweated. His skin seemed to ooze slime like a frog. Augustine held the card out to his personal secretary. “That’s not … Continue reading Next
Thin spiral notebook 