My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More of Andrew's story... The drive to the country was spent running scenarios. What to say, what to ask, what to reveal. The last time Nori spoke to Kathryn Ransom Brownlee it was at the funeral of Ashley Ransom - Nori’s best friend and Kathryn’s only child. After the service, Kathryn gave Nori several boxes … Continue reading Sweet talker
“Isabelle, I need to settle up my tab.” Stretched out on a thrifty store reject Chesterfield, Isabelle turned a languid eye toward her best client. Draping her arm off the narrow edge, she rummaged through the red foil wrappers in a nearly empty box of chocolates searching for any leftover cordials. “It’s a sizable account,” … Continue reading 99 lead balloons
More from the Dinner Party... Small stainless steel bowls lined the kitchen counter. Filled with meticulously cut up vegetables, each morsel was uniformly diced into bite-sized pieces. Mr. Stiles was fastidious about his meals. His aversion to outré textures exacerbated his pseudodysphagia. Jasper, his concierge and executive chef, knew his way around both a kitchen … Continue reading Holes in your story
It was almost midnight. A Cheshire Cat moon hung above the beach, its smug smile mocking her undoing. It was a still evening. The winter wind kept people inside, out of the bleak darkness. A body lay on a blanket spread out over the sand. Susanne stood to one side, unmoving, as the cold seeped … Continue reading Nightshade
Tiny glasses filled with sweet cordials were arranged in a perfect circle on an ornate silver tray, a rainbow of liquid calamity. There was one flute for each dinner guest. Their host had chosen the digestifs especially for their cloying taste, an antithesis to the evening’s savory meal. Most guests only took minuscule sips, not wanting … Continue reading Last wish
It was a day like those long-ago halcyon days of our childhood - carefree and boundless. Golden summer days when our only worry was which flavor of syrup to get in our sodas. This day was a cherry Coke kind of day, a little sweet with a taste of sour on the back of our … Continue reading Long train runnin’
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