My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The law says a freight trains can’t go over 10 miles an hour when it’s moving through town. At that speed, if you’re agile enough, it’s easy to grab onto one of the boxcar’s ladder rungs. Sometimes, if the car had just been offloaded they leave the cargo door open to air out the container. … Continue reading Riding the rails
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time Alone in a gloomy room, furnished with a graffiti-etched table and four stained office chairs, Paisley sat the table with a can of flat soda and a bag of stale potato chips. Across the room from her was a large one-way mirror. Watching the girl was a homicide detective and … Continue reading You don’t know, what you don’t know
Up before her parents were out of bed, Paisley sat in a white plastic chair on the patio outside their hotel bedroom. She tried to be very quiet opening the sliding glass door, but it screeled when its rollers skidded across the accumulation of grit in the tracks. Paisley, not big enough to pick up … Continue reading Sea breeze wishes
“I don’t want to keep fighting you.” “That’s hard to believe after that conniption you just had.” “You don’t even know these people.” “I’ve known some of them for 10 years. I’ve seen them get married, have kids, have grandkids. Don’t tell me I don’t know them.” “You’ve never actually met them in person.” “I … Continue reading Friendship tour
A trio of old, hoary campaigners sat in overstuffed, leather chairs positioned in a loose semi-circle in front of a roaring fire. Waiters in white coats silently served them Baron Otard cognac from the club’s prestigious wine and spirits cellar. They sipped the amber digestifs from vintage tulip glasses while musing over their past exploits, the … Continue reading Old lions
Steam lifted from the saturated forest floor, hot breath of electrified air caused my heart to beat a little faster. Tropical storms, coming after a long, dry winter, couldn’t sate the arid soil. Thirsty for so long, the ground luxuriated in the warm rainwater. Swollen rain drops clung to branches and leaves like impassioned tears. … Continue reading Wanting to stay
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