The story so far... Old Wives' Tale “Show me.” That was the only thing Mason said when Casper told him about what he and his crew found in the old house. As he strode up the back porch steps, letting the kitchen screen door slam shut behind him, I took Casper by the arm. “What … Continue reading Love you like a brother
Category: Light and Shade
Death loses His way
Death got lost on His way to a collection Being male, He refused to ask for direction Relying only on His GPS An error message stalled progress Allowing His prey time for resurrection * In remembrance of Sir Terry Pratchett, author and creator of Discworld; died March 12, 2015.
Corporate drama
Smelling of lemon furniture polish and stale coffee, he wafts down the halls mumbling. Not like a doddering old man babbling nonsense, but a sinister sibilance, a subliminal threat that makes my skin crawl.. Roaming among our cubicles, spying on each of us during the day, he never makes direct conversation. He only tsks, and … Continue reading Corporate drama
Penny for your thoughts
He was never someone who willing shared his feelings. He’d just hold it all inside, dropping vague hints about things that were bothering him, but never saying exactly what the problem was. It started as a joke. During a particular frustrating lull in daily conversations - he denied any passive-aggressive silent treatment - I told … Continue reading Penny for your thoughts
The perfect cup of tea
She picked an old-fashioned tea kettle because it whistled when the water boiled. That evoked wonderful memories of her grandfather, and how Gramps taught her to brew the perfect cup of tea. Now, the process was a meditation for her. She took great care in selecting the right leaf, heating the water to just this … Continue reading The perfect cup of tea
The scent of cherries
It was the smell, a pungent citrusy, fruity cloying sweetness that triggered the memory. Fuzzy at first, just flashes of light and shadow. Holding the open jug of liquid detergent under my nose, I inhaled the scent of grapefruit and cherries, and remembered the taste of pink penicillin. As I stood at the sink, the … Continue reading The scent of cherries





