My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Mocking the silver moon’s domain, Fingers of sunshine blaze along bare tree limbs. The waning light yearns to linger, Clinging fiercely to earth any way it can. Day defies night’s dominion, Casting its own crimson radiance. A gaudy rival to pearlescent white. Jealous of Luna's power of persuasion. Shadows lengthen, sunlight fades. A final flash … Continue reading Battle royal
Smelling of lemon furniture polish and stale coffee, he wafts down the halls mumbling. Not like a doddering old man babbling nonsense, but a sinister sibilance, a subliminal threat that makes my skin crawl.. Roaming among our cubicles, spying on each of us during the day, he never makes direct conversation. He only tsks, and … Continue reading Corporate drama
He was never someone who willing shared his feelings. He’d just hold it all inside, dropping vague hints about things that were bothering him, but never saying exactly what the problem was. It started as a joke. During a particular frustrating lull in daily conversations - he denied any passive-aggressive silent treatment - I told … Continue reading Penny for your thoughts
She picked an old-fashioned tea kettle because it whistled when the water boiled. That evoked wonderful memories of her grandfather, and how Gramps taught her to brew the perfect cup of tea. Now, the process was a meditation for her. She took great care in selecting the right leaf, heating the water to just this … Continue reading The perfect cup of tea
“A very dramatic rescue this morning, Bercu.” Minkin Bercu, a Level 5 Guardian Angel, licked creamy icing off his fingers as he popped the final bite of a grande Cinnabon roll into his mouth. He nodded at his co-workers, smiling around the gooey brioche. “Too bad you couldn’t save everyone.” A group of lower angels … Continue reading A job well-done
It was the smell, a pungent citrusy, fruity cloying sweetness that triggered the memory. Fuzzy at first, just flashes of light and shadow. Holding the open jug of liquid detergent under my nose, I inhaled the scent of grapefruit and cherries, and remembered the taste of pink penicillin. As I stood at the sink, the … Continue reading The scent of cherries
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