My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Nannie MacGill, the iconic septuagenarian and public face of Nannie Mac’s Oatmeal Raisin Cookies, sat ramrod straight in the witness stand. Her face expression-less, save for the pencil thin line of her tea rose-pink lips, Nan endured the prosecutor’s questions with silent outrage. “You expect the court to believe you had no knowledge of what … Continue reading Proprietary information
Like sharks feasting on a lost and hurt swimmer, their feeding frenzy is no less bloodthirsty. Picking at tender, unhealed scars, they scrape away vulnerable self-esteem, peeling it off as easily as filleting an angelfish. Circling, prodding, waiting for the right moment, they go in for the kill. Reaching out, hoping for mercy from these … Continue reading Flag warnings
The story so far... The King’s sergeant-of-arms, Calen, half dragging and half carrying Maud, burst through the tent entry, swearing at the sentry to leave them. Maud fell into the pile of cushions, trying to cradle her left arm, her hand wrapped in what looked like a bloody rag. She screamed in pain when she … Continue reading Voices carry
From the ship’s observation deck, Capt. Messina scanned the hydroponic fields, as lush as the fertile Delta basin on home Earth. The only difference was the plants were vivid shades of red, orange and yellow, not the viridescence a white star would create. He feigned agreement to the revisionist faction’s mercurial demands to indoctrinate the … Continue reading Solvent green
When I was a kid, around first grade-ish, I walked to school. It was less than half a mile from where I lived, but in my child-mind, and to my pudgy child-legs, it was at least five miles - both ways, up hill, in the snow. Across the street from my school, there was a … Continue reading Raising independent children
“Man down! Man down!” My idyllic day at the beach was interrupted by a crew of red swim-suited emergency responders, a backboard held high over their heads, kicking up sand and seagulls, as they raced to the aid of a tourist in distress. Pushing my crumbled hemp sun hat back on my head, I squinted … Continue reading Beached clowns
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