My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Burrowed into an overstuffed, leather chair in his office, Ricky swirled the ice in his rocks glass, fascinated by the thick legs on his whiskey. Watching the amber liquid slide down the sides of his drink, he was transfixed. Throwing back the last of the fiery liquor, Ricky reached for the nearby bottle. On close … Continue reading Forgive and forget
Dusty tunnels wend around inside my heart, cutting through the detritus of failed romances. You worm the tender, untouched marrow out of my decaying dreams of love with promises of happily ever after.
He hung in tatters above her, wielding guilt like a weapon. Twisting the blade a cruel turn, he accused her of terrible betrayals. He flung her love across the room, demanding she confess her infidelities and deceptions. The more she struggled to convince him of her devotion, the more fiercely he denied it. Tearing at … Continue reading Passion flower
“You can stop the crocodile tears. You know whining gets you nowhere with me.” I try to keep my voice even, not needing to share our conversation with my fellow cafe denizens. All I want is a quiet morning to just sit and sip my latte. “This is settled. I’m not arguing with you.” Holding … Continue reading Crocodile tears
Hubs was TDY last week, and the week before. For those whose spouses or parents have been in the military, you know that means "temporary duty." He was gone for 13 days, and I talked with him every day, but his absence was unquestionably felt. Even though I don’t sleep as well as I do … Continue reading While the cat’s away
A trip to the Big Easy was my consolation prize. An extravagant time-out to escape all my recent drama in a totally decadent way. I pawned my wedding ring to pay for the trip with no plans to ever redeem the ticket. Stumbling drunk through the shop’s green, shutter doors, I wasn’t sure what to … Continue reading Consolation prize
Thin spiral notebook 