My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A clown with a temper, he does what he wants without fear from his laird. His purpose is to mock with humor, to say what everyone wants to say, but can’t. A few court sycophants think him a dull fool, but he has a rapier wit and even sharper tongue. He can cut through chicanery … Continue reading He’s no fool
“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” ~ 19th century rhyme The story so far... The charge nurse swept through the emergency room announcing the pending arrival of two more accident victims, a gunshot wound and drug overdose “That’s what you get for saying it was too quiet around here, Dr. Payne.” A pretty … Continue reading Bad luck
The story so far... “Abigail, you have to come.” Kate’s voice took on a whiny tenor as she pleaded with me. “Derrick’s friend is in town, and needs a date for tonight.” I was already in my pajamas, with my feet up and a nice glass of Cabernet Sauvignon poured. “It’s already late and I … Continue reading The face only a mother could love
The story so far... I was grateful that it was still early enough in the morning that there were no visitors or workmen in the cemetery to witness my retreat from the garden. After the night I had, or nights, I’m sure I looked a fright. My teeth chattering from the cold, I practically ran … Continue reading Doctor patient privilege
If I wasn’t already dead, I’d die of embarrassment. A flip flop was the cause of my demise. Not mine, of course. I wouldn't be caught dead in such low-class footwear. Oh, I see. That’s right, I am dead. I keep forgetting. It was such a silly thing really. My friends were forever telling me … Continue reading Blown out flip flop
The story so far... A bolt of hot energy shot through my body. I gasped for air as a wave of nausea washed over me. Stumbling out of the cold crypt, I retched into an empty urn at the edge of the burial plot. Dizzy and disoriented, I crawled back to the far corner of … Continue reading It’s cold outside
Thin spiral notebook 