My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Quentin pounded the steering wheel, rocking his car with the intensity of his anger. Abigail was gone, and he needed to find out what happened to her. His phone chirped, notifying him of an incoming text from Kathy. “Cop n ur office. Stall? Ditch?” He didn’t want to talk to the police, but knew if … Continue reading Proceed with caution
The story so far... Det. Jack Barlowe closed the email from the Galway Gardaí when his desk officer knocked on his office door. He waved the young man into the room. “Detective, you’ve got a visitor,” he said. Leaning on the door jamb, he whispered, “she’s hot.” “Thank you for coming downtown, Ms. Dolan.” Barlowe … Continue reading Beyond imagination
The story so far… Quentin, sprawled in the doctor’s king ranch bed, listened to the young nurse hastily gathering her things. Whatever arrangement she had with Dr. Payne was shattered with Quentin’s response to her attempts at intimacy. She whimpered as she picked up her discarded clothing. Any questions were ignored, or dismissed with a … Continue reading Walk of shame
The story so far... When Abigail came too, she was lying on a couch in what she presumed was the coroner’s office. Vintage tools of the trade decorated the otherwise sparse room. Hearing voices, she quickly did a check to make sure her shift changes remained in place before the doctor returned. As the door … Continue reading Just the facts, Ma’am
You’ve taken me on some wild rides. Ear-popping upward climbs, stomach churning downward spirals, twists and turns enough to keep me guessing, and wishing, and begging for more. There are times when I want to raise my arms above my head, and squeal with delight. The heady rush of adrenaline, making me drunk with excitement. … Continue reading Wild blue
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
Thin spiral notebook 