My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I keep a box of sterile, disposable gloves in my kitchen. I hate handling raw meat, or smelly stuff (read: onions and the Stilton blue cheese I get for my son.) I wear gloves, a lot - easy on, easy off. Because I use so many of them, I have to replace them on the … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Reality
“Any last words? This is your final chance to make amends, to give your victim’s family some small measure of peace.” The cleric stood at the foot of the executioner’s table, looking down at Ray Vanderweele. The cleric’s dark grey cassock covered his entire body from the top of his sensible, black leather shoes to the … Continue reading Reprieve
Oscar the Grouch was her accomplice. The ill-tempered and grumpy consigliere would ride shotgun on Cassie’s pink and purple Big Wheel as she terrorized her neighborhood. Lately, the four-year-old was on a grouch spree, spilling red juice on Mrs. Allen’s white carpet, asking her sitter for tuna pie with chocolate sauce for lunch, and demanding … Continue reading All points bulletin
With hammer and chisel, ancient masters chipped away jagged shards of stone bringing forth images of man and woman so lifelike that had they opened their eyes and breathed it would have been evidence of their holy birth. Arduous and time-consuming, sculpting of old was not an efficacious method of artistic expression. In the modern … Continue reading Muses’ revenge
She looked over her list, crossing off another address before moving on. Folding up the yellow, legal pad page, she tucked it into her pocket with her other notes. At the next intersection, a neighborhood flyer was tacked to a lamppost. She ripped it down, not even leaving a torn corner scrap of paper. The … Continue reading Making a list, checking it twice
Mildred frowned. She would never get back those last four hours. The wasted time was only redeemed by also being spent with her granddaughter, Stella. The same granddaughter who insisted she could teach her grandmother how to use a smartphone. Emojis, texts, apps, camera and voice messaging… it was all so foreign. Whatever happened to … Continue reading Book ‘im, Danno
Thin spiral notebook 