My journal of big words and pretty pictures
We camped out all day in the resort beach chairs. Commandeering the cabana boy first thing in the morning, just as he was hauling the canvas chaises longues out of the storage hutch, we had our pick of spots on the sugar-fine sand. Hidden beneath our spacious umbrellas, shielded from the blistering sun, we watched sunburnt tourists … Continue reading Waiting in the sun
Snuggled together on their bed watching film noir, sheets kicked to the footboard, he grumbled. “Why do you stay with me?” She sighed against his bare chest. All she wanted was a quite, lazy Sunday morning. “Some days darlin’, I ask myself the same question.” “What’s your answer?” She swung a leg across his body, … Continue reading More questions
Grey clouds take over the sun, plunging the city into a premature night. Streetlights flutter on, like reluctant children being rudely awaken. Hunched on a park bench, I watch moths surrendering to the flames, and flinch with each crackle and sizzle. If I stand on tip-toe, balancing on the back of the seat, I can … Continue reading Moth to the flame
Chairs were stacked haphazardly on the pavilion deck instead of being lined up in measured rows on a rose petal strewn patch of beach at the foot of the boardwalk. A morning rain was his excuse for the delay, when in truth there was no bride. His flung his tuxedo jacket over the legs of … Continue reading Hold your peace
I couldn’t stop laughing. Rolling down the slope, arms over my head, legs straight, and all I could think of was that nursery rhyme. At the bottom, we laid in the cool clover giggling like a couple of idiots. I had grass in my hair and green stains on my shoulder, but I didn’t care. … Continue reading Rolling in clover
If only there were filling stations for our brains. Not like a school for “book learning,” but somewhere we can go when we’re only running on fumes. When there’s no fuel to spark an idea. We’re barely chugging along, and there’s no tow truck, no Good Samaritan to give us a push, not even a … Continue reading Fill’er up
Thin spiral notebook 