Category: The Darkroom

Old lions

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 ...

Wanting to stay

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. ...

Second base

Tiffaneigh wanted to write her memoirs, but worried her life didn’t include enough wonderment to make for compelling reading. If she was only a secret agent, spying on nefarious hooligans, creating dossiers detailing their shenanigans and devilry for black suits at the Fed. There was the infamous, 1992 softball scandal. Cici Parson missed second on her ...

Grampa butterfly

Huge tangles of black and orange hung in the trees, quivering with anticipation. Each butterfly’s beat of rice-paper thin mosaic wings, stirred the air, wafting perfume from it flowery perch. Mesmerized, Jorja sat beneath a kaleidoscope of butterflies, watching as a single monarch flitted from the rabble to settle on another swarm. Her mother, Laurie, ...

Lady in waiting

It’s always something with her - “get me this,” “bring me that,” “go here,” “go there,” “is my dress pretty?” Her tea was too cold, her bed furs too hot. She wants her hair in a braid, she wants it pulled up into blasphemous cornettes. She should have been shorn of her golden tresses just ...

The solution

The portal would only be open for a short time. Preparations for the transfer began months ago. Beyond the threshold, a white light shone, so bright anything on the far side of the divide was obscured by the brilliance. The only sound escaping was a hum like the drone of an antiquated fluorescent light. A ...

At a snail’s pace

It’s a subtle onslaught. There’s no gnashing, nor grinding teeth to rend you to shreds. It happens at a snail’s pace, often feeling so normal, your destruction is indiscernible until you’ve completely disappeared. Instead, you’re flayed alive by a thousand tiny razors ripping and tearing you apart. Each cut stings as your defenses are peeled ...

Rival Green

Dandy gentlemen Make rivals green with envy In their tux tailcoats