My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She looked uncomfortable. The pillows stacked under her head and not her body put her at an odd angle but she was high enough to see her television. Her family gathered around her bed watching an old black and white movie featuring her when she was a young dancer during the Harlem Renaissance. At age … Continue reading All that jazz
It was stifling hot. Her hair, wet with sweat, was pulled into a severe ponytail. Her skin glistened with baby oil and iodine, giving it a rusty sheen. Her legs stuck to the plastic webbing of her lounge chair. The red indentations left by the webbing mimicked the small weave on individual straps and would … Continue reading Well-done
“Life must be good, old sport,” Cyril sidled across the travertine terrace toward Flynn, his nose sniffing the air and his voice dripping with subservience. Flynn stretched languidly, eyes closed, mouth wide, his fangs flashing a brilliant white. The creamy, walnut-hued courtyard tiles remained cool even under the hottest sun. Flynn lounged there most afternoons, … Continue reading A proper introduction
I'm late... I know. I blame* FIFA World Cup soccer and afternoon semifinal games - England v Croatia - that go into two overtimes. Spoiler: Croatia won its semi, so did France. (I will blame* anything other than my own procrastination/ennui/lack of inspiration.) I haven't been following the tournament to this point. The U.S. Men's … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Sport
Welcome to the Darkroom where I open my photo album to you to help spark your creativity. Each week I’ll offer a new photo, but the story is yours to write. The Rules, because there are always rules: What to do: Posts on Thursday morning; deadline midnight Wednesday, CST (Thursday, 5 a.m. GMT) Photo prompt: … Continue reading The Darkroom: White feather
For the past three days I have been at death’s door - not exactly, but I did have the migraine from hell and as a result have felt like shit warmed over - bed-ridden, aspirin-popping, Alka-Seltzer chewing, ginger ale swilling, saltines munching, head-throbbing, stomach roiling sick. I blame some questionable chicken salad. Suffice it to … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Mule
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