My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Part 1... A middle-aged woman, dressed in a flowing patchwork skirt and an embroidered white cotton blouse, topped with a swirl of silver, teal and magenta curls, lounged in a chair in Gleason’s office. Her right, bare foot tucked under her, and her left foot, her knee bent almost to her chin, planted flat on … Continue reading Level 7: Part 2
“This is the part I hate the most,” Dr. George Gleason stood outside Clyde Phillips’ room. “Even the term, ‘death watch,’ disturbs me.” As the administrator of Lakeside Rehabilitation Center, Gleason knew every resident and every story, except Clyde Phillips. The 94-year-old Phillips was the oldest and longest resident at Lakeside and was not expected … Continue reading Level 7: Part 1
“I don’t want any trouble.” He had a lean, hangdog look about him. His overgrown beard hide his face, but his eyes, unexpectedly clear, held an unquenchable fire. Pulling his fists from the pockets of his old, military field jacket, he showed empty hands to the men barring his way. “Just let me go on … Continue reading Hangdog
Rose petal runway Remnants of a fairytale Runaway bride clues
I try to avoid walking down that side of the street, though sometimes I can’t escape it. Whenever I go past the abandoned lot hidden behind pealing paint and rusty nails, I get that feeling that someone is watching me. Like, If I turned around suddenly I’d see a wild-eyed face pressed against the weathered … Continue reading Watching, waiting
Moonlight spreads across the placid landscape like warm honey, glazing bare tree branches in its saccharine, amber glow. An ancient evil swims beneath the deceptively serene waters. Small ripples stretch out across the surface as the behemoth glides toward the shore, its great maw open, skimming for tiny fish and krill. These measly morsels are … Continue reading Beneath dark waters
Thin spiral notebook 