“Well, what do you know Walt, Christmas cards from the ‘rents and Viv,” her voice echoed in the empty post office atrium. Flipping open the card written in her mother’s feminine flourish, she smiled at the childish cartoon drawing that was her father’s signature. Pauley was still adjusting to her long-dead mother resurrected, and living … Continue reading Girl from Ipanema
Category: Trifecta
Bogeyman
Keeping my arms and legs pulled in tight, I dare not let them fall over the edge of my bed. I hear the scratching, feel the hot breath of what is lurking beneath. Pale faces at my window, alien and distorted, paralyze me with fear. I shake my head, trying to dispel white noise voices … Continue reading Bogeyman
Beer goggles
"There are none so blind, as those who will not see.” All I can do is shake my head. There’s no talking to her. All she does anymore is speak in clichés and movie quotes. I don’t believe she even knows what half of it really means. The other’s hang on her every word. "Ooohhing" … Continue reading Beer goggles
Lunch is served
No need for proper plates and cutlery as she shovels handfuls of food into her cavernous mouth. Stray bits of corn chips, salsa, and shreds of cheese, leave a trail of crumbs from table to chair. Tiny orts are scattered across an ample chest, forming tottering pyramids on her lunch shelf. A rumbling belch creates … Continue reading Lunch is served
Weapons of war
A hush fell over the arena as the adversaries rushed forward to claim their war weapons. Each gathering armfuls of the small, but versatile white, brown and black blades. Sergeants scrambled to assist their masters in preparing for mortal hand-to-hand combat. Bombshell strategies were mapped out, guerilla warfare implemented in surprise attacks. Commanders roared out … Continue reading Weapons of war
No direction
An abandoned shopping cart, the store name nearly obliterated by time and weather, laid on its side in the ditch. A random motorist might notice it, but none stopped to claim it. Its current owner, watching the rain wash away the daily detritus from its wire frame, would have fought anyone who touched it. He … Continue reading No direction
Thin spiral notebook 