My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A small crowd of people milled around the featured painting speaking in hushed tones and casting furtive glances over the shoulders of competing bidders in attempts to read scribbled notes in auction catalogs. The artist, a virtual unknown a year ago, was considered a modern master with his canvases fetching record bids. His posthumous popularity … Continue reading Masterpiece
Goodwood Duxford tales… Dandelions sprang up as if overnight, dotting the garden grounds in little fluffy, yellow polka dots. Instead of his usual equipment, Goodwood Duxford, caretaker and hereditary ghost wrangler at Gramberly Cemetery, filled the pockets of his carpenter’s apron with pruning shears, a trowel, a small spade, and a water bottle filled, not … Continue reading Family reunion
Goodwood Duxford tales... The boy sat in a pool of quiet light, high on a hill surrounded by small, white granite headstones. His back against the rough bark of an old-growth pine, he closed his eyes and listened to the wind rustling through the trees. As the last rays of the sun spread out … Continue reading Quiet light
Empty pizza boxes and beer bottles littered the room. Couch cushions were in a jumble where they were moved to open the sleeper closed inside. Sheets, stained and threadbare, the corner-hugging elastic stretched beyond its means, were wadded into a rancid pile on the floor. Bodies in various stages of drunkenness or unconsciousness were … Continue reading The green door
They would congregate along the rim of the open-air theater in the city park at night. Before the sun dropped below the tall buildings, they would come in pairs, as small families or larger clans. Some slowly danced to silent music, others performed wild, acrobatic feats of wonder. Colorful, haphazard quilts were spread out in … Continue reading Discordant drums
The Guardians… A golden envelope was tucked into his jacket breast pocket. He memorized the missive and now sat among the lunch crowd on a busy, and familiar street. Minkin Bercu knew the area well, having worked this territory as a senior guardian before his recent promotion. The last time Bercu was on Market Street, … Continue reading Roll reversal
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