My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It was a day like those long-ago halcyon days of our childhood - carefree and boundless. Golden summer days when our only worry was which flavor of syrup to get in our sodas. This day was a cherry Coke kind of day, a little sweet with a taste of sour on the back of our … Continue reading Long train runnin’
Darrell sat on the ground cursing and rubbing his thigh. He ripped his jeans climbing over the hurricane fence, leaving a jagged cut down one leg. Stumbling to his feet, he took off running again. Dogs leapt at the barricade, snarling and barking at their escaped quarry. Darrell didn’t stop running until the dogs stopped … Continue reading Beauty is only skin deep
Thin spiral notebook 