My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It was paradise. Gentle, summer rains fell lightly on lush green fields. It was a land of plenty, we wanted for nothing. Our neighbors were like family, sharing good fortune and abundance. At first there were only minor disagreements, superficial injuries and illnesses. Even then, the community gathered in peaceful cooperation to achieve our mutual … Continue reading Desolation
I see a hint of her from the corner of my eye as I walk down a busy street. There she is watching me through store windows that distort my already misshapen body like funhouse mirrors. When I try to catch her spying on me, she vanishes. Sitting in the neighborhood cafe, sipping coffee with … Continue reading Ghosts of my childhood
Reverently removing his boots, he arranged them neatly beside his bike. The mid-day asphalt was scorching through his socks. As he neared the edge of the precipice, the sea spray blew cold. Sitting on the lip of the cliff, he looked out over the water, squinting in the bright sun. His saddle bag was on the … Continue reading Reboot
In preparation for November's National Novel Writing Month after a year off, I'm joining the ranks of BlogHer for August's National Blog Posting Month. The theme is Mnemonic. All I have to do is publish a new post every day, for the whole of August - 31 days. I have a plan, but I'm not … Continue reading Mnemonic
It was a detail Bates couldn’t ignore. The delay was frustrating, but necessary. Without an official homicide finding from the coroner, there was no case. No case, no charges, no charges, and he gets away with murder. The unseasonably warm weather had worked against him. After dumping her body in a shallow marsh, the ice … Continue reading No perfect crime
Nigel took his place in the queue, marveling at how busy the airport was lately. The tarmac was five or six deep waiting for flight clearance. Looking around at the other carriers, he saw Archie and taxied up beside him. “Hey, Archie,” Nigel said. “Where are all the birds flying in from?” “Nigel!” Archie dipped … Continue reading Their appointed rounds
Thin spiral notebook 