My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” Mia picked dry leaves out of her hair. “Of course, I’m sure.” Aden pushed aside underbrush. Traipsing through the woods looking for a specific tree was a frustrating endeavor. Ten years was a long time in a tree’s life. "It won’t still be that little sapling.” Mia turned … Continue reading Too much to bear
“Any last words? This is your final chance to make amends, to give your victim’s family some small measure of peace.” The cleric stood at the foot of the executioner’s table, looking down at Ray Vanderweele. The cleric’s dark grey cassock covered his entire body from the top of his sensible, black leather shoes to the … Continue reading Reprieve
The family was gathered for holiday dinner. Being the youngest adult, I still got relegated to the kid’s table where the conversation was a scurrilous attack on Debbie Bishop who had brazenly flirted with cousin Pooky’s tenth-grade boyfriend. The level of vitriol spewing from these high school Mean Girls rivaled the juiciest TMZ scandelmongering. Talk at the … Continue reading Not so silent night
Marti meandered through the pumpkin patch tapping each gourd with her Pretty Princess fairy wand made with purple, metallic star garland; silver tulle; and sparkly, multi-colored rhinestones. With each thud, she sang out, “bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.” It was hidden in the pile somewhere, she just knew it. All she had to do was find the right pumpkin, … Continue reading Dream car
She danced around the atelier, turning her head to her shoulder so she could watched herself in the mirrors as she twirled and pirouetted. Her arms stretched out to her sides, curved as if holding onto a dance partner, she softly hummed along with the violins in Brahms’ waltz. Head up, shoulders relaxed, posture held … Continue reading May I have this dance
The first leaf fell at 7:51 p.m. of the Autumnal Equinox. The brittle, brown-paper scrap fell gracelessly from the dying branches of a gray maple tree, to finally be trapped in the tangle of twigs of an abandoned catbird nest. A cold wind tugged more leaves loose, a portend of the bitter winter to come. … Continue reading A thief’s cut
Thin spiral notebook 