My journal of big words and pretty pictures
As soon as the front door shut behind them, clothes started dropping. Shoes were kicked down the hallway, pants and shirts fell outside the kitchen, a bra was flung overhead and landed on the ceiling fan blades, boxers draped over the side table lamp cast a blue aura over the room. He fell backwards over … Continue reading A place of his own
Lately I've been reading about a phenomenon called Münchausen by Internet. Much like the more familiar Münchausen by Proxy, this psychological disorder manifests when a person manufactures imaginary illnesses or fictional characters with medical or personal struggles - cancer, eating disorders, disabilities, depression, even infant deaths, sexual abuse, suicides, or stalking - alternating with near miraculous recovery. All … Continue reading Münchausen by Internet
When his friend walked into his office, Butch saw Paul had lost his usual swagger. Dropping into the offered chair, he looked broken. "You told her?" Butch pulled a bottle out of the desk drawer. "Not everything, only that she's gone," Paul said, choking on the words. "Pauley thinks her mom died. How could I … Continue reading Crisis of conscience
The impromptu picnic was his idea, a rare moment alone with her dad. He spread a blanket under "their" tree overlooking the river. Her favorite sandwiches, peanut butter and dill pickles, were packed along with thermoses of Hawaiian Punch and Sprite. "I don't understand," her voice cracked. Fighting against her tears, she was shocked to … Continue reading Driving since midnight
As long as he could remember, their families had been friends, living near each other, vacationing together, attending the same church and schools. He and their youngest daughter were only months apart in age, and it was a running joke with the adults that they would one day marry. Still, no one was as surprised … Continue reading Under a full moon
She packed her pillows and stuffed animals under the blankets, shaping them into what she thought was a semblance of her body. The bed, pushed into a corner, was small but took up a good portion of the room. When the door was open, it hid the head of the bed. Pushing with her feet … Continue reading Thunder
Thin spiral notebook 