Category: Mnemonic

Road sign Bitter End

Frenemy

“Will you be home for dinner?” There was an edge to her voice, no matter how nonchalant Erica tried to sound. “If you have to work late again, I won’t bother cooking.” She had her back to him, so missed Jerry’s eye roll but clearly heard his put-upon sigh. “I’m not sure,” he said, picking ...

twisted vine

Tying the knot

Our lives are inextricably entwined. Some days I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I feel like a shade, just a silhouette without any substance. Flickering between real and imagined until he puts a name to me, and gives me a voice. There is nothing I do or say that I don’t first ...

graffiti island girl

Jezebel

“I still don’t think the ‘rents trust me,” I said, handing him a wet glass. Drying it seductively, he maintained eye contact with me. “Why should they, you’re a cradle robber,” he chuckled. We were wearing mismatched pajamas. He had on the pants, and I was swimming in his 2X shirt. “You were also my ...

Ice drop on moss covered limb

Ice floe

The screaming I could handle. We were outside at a public beach after all. Even when he started feeding the seagulls, I could put up with it. I knew the ranger would be around soon enough to stop it. After the second fistful of sand the pre-teen flung at my head, I was done. I ...

Shade and sand

The Friday started out cool. At least for NW Florida this time of year, it was cool. By the time I got to Camp Helen State Park for my photo hike, it was steamy hot. The day was still beautiful, even if it was like a sauna. Camp Helen is a lovely park that offers ...

military bust

Always gets the girl

My “Emotion Thesaurus” lies open beside me on the couch, held in place with my “Dream Dictionary.” There’s no more room for open tabs or windows on my computer desktop. I’m hip deep in character development, and I can’t decide what to do with my hero. I’m leaning toward changing him to a her, or ...

2.5 mile marker

Where everyone knows your name

The morning regulars are out early, up before the sun. Some habitués are jogging, a few are on bikes, but most are walking,  moving briskly through our quiet neighborhood. After months of daily perambulation, I’ve come to recognize my fellow ramblers. On the curve along the marina, I pass Julia and Carol. We have our own ...

pile of old bricks

Brick pile

He built his façade of lies, brick by brick, until he was ensconced behind an unscalable wall. Falling deeper and deeper into a tangled world of pseudologia fantastica, he dwelled where the bloom of a lie was more sweet to him than the perfume of the truth. His fanciful tales grew more absurd with each ...

Cheshire crescent moon

Cheshire cat moon

The very heavens are laughing at me. That Cheshire Cat smile belies its malicious intent. The stars have been out of alignment for ages, and Luna’s phases can’t be trusted. These wretched trials are willful, and not some tragic happenstance. If Karma is to blame, I must have been a real bitch in a previous ...