The 2017 Atlantic Hurricane season opens on Thursday, June 1. NOAA (National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration) - the government entity that is all things hurricanes and cyclones - has predicted an above-normal storm season. A traditional storm season runs from June 1 to November 30, sometimes a storm forms earlier, sometimes storms run later than … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Storm
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You don’t know, what you don’t know
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time Alone in a gloomy room, furnished with a graffiti-etched table and four stained office chairs, Paisley sat the table with a can of flat soda and a bag of stale potato chips. Across the room from her was a large one-way mirror. Watching the girl was a homicide detective and … Continue reading You don’t know, what you don’t know
Sea breeze wishes
Up before her parents were out of bed, Paisley sat in a white plastic chair on the patio outside their hotel bedroom. She tried to be very quiet opening the sliding glass door, but it screeled when its rollers skidded across the accumulation of grit in the tracks. Paisley, not big enough to pick up … Continue reading Sea breeze wishes
Friendship tour
“I don’t want to keep fighting you.” “That’s hard to believe after that conniption you just had.” “You don’t even know these people.” “I’ve known some of them for 10 years. I’ve seen them get married, have kids, have grandkids. Don’t tell me I don’t know them.” “You’ve never actually met them in person.” “I … Continue reading Friendship tour
100 Word Challenge: Fight
There is a tree in my front yard that I think is the perfect analogy to me. It’s not been feeling too well lately. Half of it is falling apart, literally. I went outside this morning and found that last night’s storm had broken several limbs, one was as big around as my arm and … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Fight
Electrified
“I dare you to touch it.” A wad of teens stood at the edge of the sunken field, several larger boys nudging and taunting a smaller one. Two cypress trees stood in the center of the Graco Factory drainage basin. Wrapped around their trucks about four feet from the ground was a metal band. Protruding from the … Continue reading Electrified





