My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story continues... One by one, the swirling dust devils gathered at the base of Cedar Knoll, the drove’s path through the fall grass of Harper’s Field a twisting labyrinth. They waited, gathering dry leaves and pine needles into their vortex, darkening their malevolent features. An angry chittering built to a threatening crescendo, startling a … Continue reading Dust devils
Hidden among a pine copse on the knoll above Harper’s field, Sabina watched a cluster of small dust devils skip across the lea stirring up chaff as they went. The search parties, Sabina had no doubts that’s what they were, were getting bigger and hunting more frequently. Though she respected their magic, her dilemma was … Continue reading Search party
“Your future self is watching you right now through your memories.” ~ Aubrey de Grey “You see it too, dontcha?” Miriam raced from person to person in the hospital day room, holding up a used lunch napkins by its top two corners. “It’s right there,” she said, shaking the paper square with righteous indignation if … Continue reading Foreshadowing
It’s that old canard - some fancy girl disappears for several months, no one knows where or isn’t saying, and tongues wag about how the family sent her off to avoid causing them any embarrassment. Gwyneth was such a girl. She simply disappeared one night. Her parents deflected questions or gave noncommittal answers as to her … Continue reading Finishing school
“I swear to God, if that iguana gets away there will be hell to pay!” Cassidy did a little sideways dance, pushing Quinn in front of her so he was between her and the large reptile the neighborhood eccentric, Raymond Finley, was walking. The five-foot long lizard was straining against his harness, flicking his tongue … Continue reading Pet monster
The primly dressed young woman stood nervously on my doorstep clutching a notebook. On her crooked arm, she carried a small canvas tote decorated with a stylized graphic of a cat in military garb. Feeling under-dressed in my threadbare flannel PJ pants and throwback concert tee, I let her continue her solicitation spiel uninterrupted. “With … Continue reading Socked away
Thin spiral notebook 