My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“So, we’re not even mentioning the elephant in the room?” Chris, the baby, was the family troublemaker. “I’m more concerned with Nonie right now.” Patrick, the second-born, was the people-pleaser. “Of course you are,” Chris mumbled. “I’m more concerned with why there is a dead body buried under the leaves in the backyard.” Being the … Continue reading Stating the obvious
Fences and neighbors Keeps the good in, and bad out Until it doesn’t I read a news report earlier this week about a tiny, rural Japanese village where an unidentified suspect bludgeoned five people to death. With only 10 households, that was a third of the residents murdered. The suspect, a 63-year-old villager, is missing and … Continue reading Haiku clue
The rusty water ran swift and cold. As red as rooibos, the creek reminded her of the bloody rinse that flowed from her washtub after she scrubbed Hector’s work clothes clean. After the first, long-ago night that he came home covered in violence, his expression was enough to forbid any questions. Since then she went … Continue reading The river runs red
Every time I stepped on the hose, water would trail out of the nozzle in little burps, gurgling over the rim before retreating back into the green pipe. Turned off at the outside tap, the spent spray flowed to the street, carrying debris and blood into the gutter. The yard, still soft from the storm … Continue reading Batter, batter, swing!
It had to stop. The beatings, the vicious verbal attacks, the forced seclusion, all of it was over. Had to be smart. She couldn’t let them trace it back to her. "The only DNA we found was the victim’s. The hair is his." “Victim? I thought he had a heart attack. Co-workers said he was … Continue reading A living doll
Thin spiral notebook 