My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Not a big fan,” I turned away, shrugging through my critique. “What’s not to like?” Hannah danced around to face me, laughing, trying to make me smile. “Seiously? How much time you got?” My sarcasm thick with disdain. “What do you have against him?” Hannah frowned, genuinely bewildered by my scorn. “Again, how much time … Continue reading Not a fan
Before her family and God, she promised “to have and to hold, for better, for worse.” Then he broke her heart and her nose. She promised “for richer, for poorer,” not knowing that he would be fired again and again, gambling away what money they did have. She promised “in sickness, in health,” telling herself … Continue reading A promise written in stone
The water was smooth, only small ripples fluttered across the surface. Lying on her back, stretched out the full length of her flat, ocean kayak, Estelle let the warm breezes wash over her exposed skin. Eyes closed, she focused on the sounds surrounding her little craft. A pair of silvery mullet, leaping for fat dragonflies … Continue reading A favorite fishing spot
Driving in the early morning fog, her car headlights barely cut through the murky dawn. Laurel packed her car tight with everything she owned, yet it was still a meager accounting of her life. There was no destination, all Laurel wanted was to get out of town. Laurel’s entire life was a series of new … Continue reading Final beginning
The last item to go onto the pile was the mop she used to clean the kitchen floor. With more vehemence than necessary, she shoved the tines of the For Sale sign in the ground beside the debris. “Still not going to tell him before you leave?“ Aileen had refused to help her sister, Maureen, … Continue reading Gone by sunset
Her skin felt oppressive; she wanted to strip it off and run around the room naked - nothing but muscle and bone - probably screaming too. There would definitely be screaming, and proverbial gnashing of teeth and beating of the breast. Of course, that would get messy without skin to contain the gore, then she’d … Continue reading Social call
Thin spiral notebook 