She hated making a mess. As a rule she went to great pains to avoid it. Typically clean up meant simply gathering spent casings, wiping down a blade, disposing of a garrote, the usual. This last job was going to be more complicated than that. Even with all her experience, she couldn’t anticipate every scenario … Continue reading Soul food
Category: Indie Ink Writing Challenge
Visitation
I’m taking several liberties with this piece. I have zero expertise in geology, archaeology, ancient or modern Egyptian history. A major earthquake did hit Egypt in the early 1990s, and Al Mokattam Mountains and St. Simon Monastry are real. Other than that, the rest is total fiction. Looking out the airplane window, I could see … Continue reading Visitation
Universe’s end
The heat of the day was quickly waning. The sand where he sat shifted as he wrapped the blanket tighter around his legs and over his shoulders, covering his head so only his face was visible. He liked the feeling of being in a cocoon, safe, secure, protected from what lurked outside in the dark. … Continue reading Universe’s end
White lightning
Sparks crackle from her lips Arcing across the distance between Igniting a fire in his heart Burning out of control Arcing across the distance between Devouring all in its path A smoldering inferno Igniting a fire in his heart Fingertip flames, searching, reaching, caressing Engulfing him, using him, consuming him, Burning out of control Unquenchable, … Continue reading White lightning
Cats live here
We are a family with cats. There is the alpha female Po and the demon male Scruffy. (It's important to point out that Po's full name is Pollo del Fuego - roughly translated as 'Chicken of the Fire.' She is a calico Manx. Scruffy is black and fluffy, and we're not sure what he is.) … Continue reading Cats live here
She writes
Hundreds of college composition books littered her bedroom floor, each filled with her tight, precise handwriting. Every page, every margin overflowing with words. Her words, her stories. She had to get these details written out, to preserve them. Oral traditions faded away, words put to paper were forever. The feel of ink making contact with … Continue reading She writes
Thin spiral notebook 