My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More of Andrew’s story… Unlike her first meeting with Madam Weronika, this time Nori met the self-professed psychic at a local coffee shop. Neutral ground after their last session at Nori’s sister’s kitchen. “Call me Roni,” she said, standing up to shake Nori’s hand. Settling in with her cup, and bag of teenage mementos Weronika asked … Continue reading Mind games
More of Andrew's story... The second stage of grief is anger, and that is where Andrew lingered, unable to work his way toward acceptance. Having lost the two people he loved most in a heinous, and still unsolved, murder, Andrew depended on that anger to get him through his day, subsisting on the emotion as much as … Continue reading Second stage of grief
More of Andrew's story... It was First Friday and the buskers were out on every corner. Mimes, beat-box performers, circle drummers, and the Silas Family’s 13-string bluegrass band were in place early for the monthly arts festival and farmers’ market. Fire dancers and hula-hoopers entertained with hypnotizing feats of agility and physical prowess, while Silver … Continue reading Return of the king
More of Andrew's story... Nori sat at her sister’s kitchen table fretting with her coffee cup while the hazelnut latte grew tepid. “Well,” Paula, leaning back against the sink, drew out the single-syllable word. “What did Madam Weronika tell you?” Taking a sip of her drink, Nori made a face then pushed the cup away. … Continue reading The past comes calling
More of Andrew's Story... On a street usually deserted of parked cars, the dark burgundy Impala was an ominous silhouette. Andrew noticed it sitting across the street from his apartment when he walked home from the City Square. Situated just outside the halo of a blinking street light, the car was out-of-place in a neighborhood … Continue reading Escape clause
More of Andrew's story... The apartment was stark. There were no photographs, nor artwork on the walls, and only dingy white paint throughout the two-room walk-up. Minimal furniture was all Andrew needed since he never entertained guests. He took his meals at a small, wobbly card table. Andrew owned one plate, one bowl, one glass, … Continue reading In plain sight
Thin spiral notebook 