My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Summer fields, verdant with sunshine and warm rain, burst open with dollops of yellow radiance. Promises of long, leisurely days, and sweet, gentle nights sway in the breeze, wafting honey perfume. Dogs days, sultry and ardent, yearn for one last moment of estival intimacy, drunk on dandelion wine and kisses. Gone are the sparks of … Continue reading Whispered wishes
The story so far... A sharp shaft of light cut through the darkness, aiming its laser focus at Abigail’s left eye. Turning away from the morning sun, she groaned and pulled a pillow over her eyes. If only the pain in her head was from a heavy night of drinking, a little hair of the … Continue reading Here comes trouble
The story so far... It’s curious what bits of memory don’t transfer well. Quentin, key fob in hand, wandered around the physicians’ parking lot looking for his car. Listening for the telltale “beep, beep,” he tried to remember what model the good Dr. Payne drove. The feelings he conjured in the ER towards the nurses, … Continue reading Industrial chic
The story so far... Quentin gave in to his host’s control, letting “his” memories guide him through a chaotic shift in the Emergency Room. He likened the feeling to an out-of-body experience, looking on from the fringe, aware of both his and his host’s identity. After giving up a host, Quentin would sometimes wonder if … Continue reading Dearly departed
“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” ~ 19th century rhyme The story so far... The charge nurse swept through the emergency room announcing the pending arrival of two more accident victims, a gunshot wound and drug overdose “That’s what you get for saying it was too quiet around here, Dr. Payne.” A pretty … Continue reading Bad luck
The story so far... The ambient stench was stomach-churning. Lifting his jacket, Quentin smelled under his arm. The fetor wasn’t from him, despite his early stage of decomposition. Pushing aside the soiled sheet of cardboard that covered him, Quentin, stood and stretched. The smell was coming from all the unwashed bodies dwelling in a small tent … Continue reading The doctor is in
Thin spiral notebook 