My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Mr. Walker strolled the grocery aisles, armed with a feather brush, he raised little clouds of dust as he cleaned rows and rows of canned goods. He stocked all the necessary staples - Spam, pork and beans, Vienna Sausages, Saltines, tune (packed in oil), Campbell’s soups (tomato, chicken noodle and cream of chicken), Del Monte peaches … Continue reading Last meal
Standing at the mouth of the cave, rays of the morning sun shining over my shoulder barely reach into the gaping abyss. A black so deep no light penetrates the confines of rock and mystery. My stomach churns with frenzied butterflies at the thought of delving into the unknown. I call out a string of … Continue reading Spelunking
The place was dead for a Saturday night. All the old regulars were there, but the younger crowd was conspicuously absent. The Cosmic Lighthouse was about to go dark. Back in the day, the Lighthouse was the place to be and be seen. The lone club on Aoede, a cold rock in the middle of … Continue reading Lighting up
Darrell sat on the ground cursing and rubbing his thigh. He ripped his jeans climbing over the hurricane fence, leaving a jagged cut down one leg. Stumbling to his feet, he took off running again. Dogs leapt at the barricade, snarling and barking at their escaped quarry. Darrell didn’t stop running until the dogs stopped … Continue reading Beauty is only skin deep
The air had a sweet, crispness to it. Fall was fast approaching and I welcomed the break from the oppressive summer heat. Morning commuters hurrying past the coffee shop where I stopped for breakfast were just part of the scenery. I barely noticed the foot and car traffic. Enjoying a quiet moment with my newspaper … Continue reading Morning rush
Taking a steadying breath, I stood. I could feel the sweat soaking through my shirt, and was glad for my dark suit jacket. A trickle ran down my spine, pooling in the hollow of my back. I gripped the edge of the table in an effort to keep my hands from shaking. Nothing calmed my … Continue reading Gazing into the abyss
Thin spiral notebook 