My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The morning regulars are out early, up before the sun. Some habitués are jogging, a few are on bikes, but most are walking, moving briskly through our quiet neighborhood. After months of daily perambulation, I’ve come to recognize my fellow ramblers. On the curve along the marina, I pass Julia and Carol. We have our own … Continue reading Where everyone knows your name
He built his façade of lies, brick by brick, until he was ensconced behind an unscalable wall. Falling deeper and deeper into a tangled world of pseudologia fantastica, he dwelled where the bloom of a lie was more sweet to him than the perfume of the truth. His fanciful tales grew more absurd with each … Continue reading Brick pile
It was paradise. Gentle, summer rains fell lightly on lush green fields. It was a land of plenty, we wanted for nothing. Our neighbors were like family, sharing good fortune and abundance. At first there were only minor disagreements, superficial injuries and illnesses. Even then, the community gathered in peaceful cooperation to achieve our mutual … Continue reading Desolation
Reverently removing his boots, he arranged them neatly beside his bike. The mid-day asphalt was scorching through his socks. As he neared the edge of the precipice, the sea spray blew cold. Sitting on the lip of the cliff, he looked out over the water, squinting in the bright sun. His saddle bag was on the … Continue reading Reboot
In preparation for November's National Novel Writing Month after a year off, I'm joining the ranks of BlogHer for August's National Blog Posting Month. The theme is Mnemonic. All I have to do is publish a new post every day, for the whole of August - 31 days. I have a plan, but I'm not … Continue reading Mnemonic
It was a detail Bates couldn’t ignore. The delay was frustrating, but necessary. Without an official homicide finding from the coroner, there was no case. No case, no charges, no charges, and he gets away with murder. The unseasonably warm weather had worked against him. After dumping her body in a shallow marsh, the ice … Continue reading No perfect crime
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