“You aren’t seriously doing the tacky tourist thing and taking pictures with your smartphone?” Vivian walked up behind Pauley on the street outside of Café Suplicy. “At least use a real point and shoot.” “Your sense of humor is as droll as ever,” Pauley looked at the display on her camera phone. “I’m not taking … Continue reading Point and shoot
Reflections
Which one is real? The face outside or the reflection in the mirror?
Written in pen
Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue. It was with some irony, that she recalled her years of being ‘good,’ when she naively believed … Continue reading Written in pen
Unchained
There came a day when she could no longer keep her heart guarded from the hurt and pain, locked way behind the impenetrable walls she built. It was time to unlock the gates and step into the light, freeing her spirit to seek the happiness that was waiting for her.
Extra fine sugar
The beaches along the Florida Gulf Coast are stunning. That's not just a residency bias, they are truly beautiful. Soft, and white, and stretching for 100s of miles. More so in winter, than any other time of the year, the white sand beaches are often mistaken for snow. Even the dunes look like drifts. If … Continue reading Extra fine sugar
Brazilian blend
At Vivian’s cryptic comment about her drink, Pauley licked her lips, remembering the last time she drank some of her “spiced” tea. Returning Vivian’s hug, Pauley countered with her own warning. “And, my people know where to find you if anything happens to me,” Pauley smiled at their homicidal banter. Even she didn’t understand their … Continue reading Brazilian blend
Thin spiral notebook 