My journal of big words and pretty pictures
"You disappoint me," she said. Folding her napkin, she laid it beside her plate, then looked around the table. "You didn't just feed me to the sharks, you chummed the waters." He watched her rise, but didn't refute to her accusation. She was right. He invited her out to dinner with his friends, knowing they … Continue reading The evening is looking up
Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you..." ~ Leviticus 19:28 "Please, the whole town is coming." "And most of them are nuts off our family tree." She gave me that Look mothers use to frighten children into doing what they're told. "I don't understand … Continue reading Rorschach ink blot
He carries a cache of wooden keys, crafted to unlock splintered hearts. Warped and bowed from years of misuse and salty tears, each heart presents a unique challenge. Rusty hinges complain if asked to open, struggling to engage idle gears. Weather worn, left to despair in harsh elements, each heart holds a treasure trapped inside. … Continue reading Lock down
Atop your precarious perch, Straddling a timeworn fence of indecision, You teeter on the brink of falling For anything...
Wednesday and Saturday mornings we'd walk to the 7-Eleven with Momma to buy $5 worth of Quick-Picks, and if she had extra laundry money, a $2 Powerball ticket. On the way home, us kids would play "when we win the lottery," taking turns calling out what we wanted to buy with all our money. Pete … Continue reading Prize patrol
She comes across as some sort of ingénue. The virginal girl-next-door who needs to be protected from unsavory elements. The dupes who believe her impersonation, don't know about her surreptitious life carried out in the darkest corners of the most sordid venues. They don't know she has honed her storytelling skills to an art form. … Continue reading White icing
Thin spiral notebook 