My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Merging into the turn lane, she waits for the green arrow. As the long line of cars begins inching forward, she starts her incantation. “We’re turning left… you go, I go, you go, I go.” She taps impatiently on the steering wheel while her son, riding shotgun, looks straight ahead. The final car lacks courage, … Continue reading Yellow means “Hurry Up”
Our lives are inextricably entwined. Some days I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I feel like a shade, just a silhouette without any substance. Flickering between real and imagined until he puts a name to me, and gives me a voice. There is nothing I do or say that I don’t first … Continue reading Tying the knot
Nigel took his place in the queue, marveling at how busy the airport was lately. The tarmac was five or six deep waiting for flight clearance. Looking around at the other carriers, he saw Archie and taxied up beside him. “Hey, Archie,” Nigel said. “Where are all the birds flying in from?” “Nigel!” Archie dipped … Continue reading Their appointed rounds
I must have dozed off, because when the shadow fell across my face it startled me. I still don’t know how I got up so fast from the chaise without losing my top. A vaguely familiar, and incredibly good-looking man, dressed in delivery blue, was courteous enough to turn away while I struggled to tie … Continue reading A laughing matter
The two siblings sat at the low kids’ table. Scrap paper was scattered across the surface, along with little piles of crayons spilt from several tattered boxes. None of the colors were whole. Paper was torn off to expose broken tips. Older than his sister by two years, the six-year-old boy was meticulously drawing a … Continue reading Purple hair and tangerine sunsets
Coral, fidgeting with a cup of Earl Grey, sat across the street from the hotel at a small bistro called Noémi’s. Dining al fresco put her in jeopardy of being seen, but at this point she didn’t care. She knew Philip was at the Windsor Regent. He was there every Thursday afternoon. He tried to … Continue reading Deception
Thin spiral notebook 