My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Do you hear that?” She tilted her head, trying to make out the sound. “Hear what?” He blew over the top of his coffee cup, trying to cool the scalding liquid. “It sounds like singing.” She swiveled in her chair, seeking out where the music was emanating. Annie and Pete sat outside their usual kaffeeklatsch sipping … Continue reading Sound rises
The story so far... “He’s close,” Abigail said. “You trust me, don’t you?” “Completely.” Barlowe took a deep breath as he gathered Abigail in his arms. “See you on the other side.” ### Quentin stood outside Abigail’s apartment, the anticipation of taking her and Barlowe together made his breath come in quick gasps. Materializing through the … Continue reading A new generation
It’s not like she could readily erase her mark. She made sure her clothing covered it, as the law dictated. Wearing long sleeves and high collars in the summer made her stand out, but she could play it off as modesty. The stigma of carrying the mark, surely, was clear on her face. She knew … Continue reading The mark
I watched his face. The play of emotions twisted his features into a grotesque mask as he tried to grasp what was happening. His face seemed to melt as he showed disbelief, then shock, anger, and hatred. Never a good card player, I hoped my face wasn’t as animated. For weeks before his trial, I … Continue reading Gallows
Some days I worry that I’m gradually turning into a recluse. There are weeks that I rarely leave my house, even to check the mailbox. (That perk belongs to my son). I do my fill-the-fridge shopping twice a month, and on those days I try to squeeze in all my errands. I even pay my bills … Continue reading Hermit pie
Some might call it a guilty conscience, but I didn’t do anything wrong. Inaction does not equal blame. Besides, I didn’t want to get involved.The brain can trick the eye into seeing all sorts of things that aren’t there. Personally, all I see is a swirl of dirt, or remnants of a long-rotted tree trunk.It’s … Continue reading I’ll be watching you
Thin spiral notebook 