My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Annalise was the epitome of the facinorous step-mother. She was conniving, mercurial, jealous, vacuous, and insecure. That she was only eight years older than her new husband’s only child, Ashley, made the family dynamic the perfect fodder for a Lifetime Movie, or the lede for the Times Picayune’s Wednesday Police Blotter. Ashley simply had to … Continue reading Ransom is missing
Norma Feherty didn’t believe that anyone was truly clairvoyant. People could be extremely intuitive, or observant. They could be experts at misdirection or mental sleight of hand, but no one had vatic visions. That was, she didn’t believe until she met Madam Weronika Nagy. She wasn’t one of those trailer psyches who asked open-ended questions. … Continue reading A square inside a circle
Andrew was a skilled pettifogger from the Old School of Quibbling. A layman lawyer, he could out talk and out argue any Bar sanctioned attorney. His court was the Speakers’ Corner of the city square; his clients were the disenfranchised; the judge, and jury, were his fellow citizens congregating on the quad; and the gallery … Continue reading Man of mystery
There were days when Dr. George Gleason wondered who was really running the asylum - the doctors or the inmates. Then there were days like this, when he knew it was the patients' families who were in charge. The man sitting across the desk from him looked like the typical corporate executive. He wore a … Continue reading Picture perfect
The story so far... Old Wives' Tale Charles Parker’s drinking was as predictable as night following day. When Lester Branch first pondered how to get rid of the hard-drinking, bad-tempered, wife-beating, child-killing bastard, he counted on the man being drunk when he showed up for work that day. His father, Russell, refused to hire the … Continue reading So shall you reap
The story so far... Old Wives' Tale I looked around the sunny, and welcoming atrium, and thought I’d like to live at Shady Grove one day. I would enjoy the peace and quiet. Forget placing my mother there, she would try to redecorate the comfortable room into another velvet-lined parlor. Marshall paced while I admired … Continue reading Shining a light into the dark
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