My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The plain, wooden cross, skillfully constructed from weathered, white-washed fence slats, appeared overnight in St. Anthony Gardens at the neglected burial site of a nameless decedent. Great care had been given to crafting a traditional grave marker, one that was reverent and not pretentious as were so many of the monolithic tributes in the cemetery. … Continue reading So, it begins
I ordered new glasses this week with the hopes of getting them by the first of next week. My eyesight, to be generous, is terrible. If I’m not wearing corrective lenses for my nearsightedness, I can’t recognize my own reflection. I could never drive or cook, nor walk around inside my home, without getting lost, … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Eyes
“You can’t even see the end of it,” Kai pleaded with Talia. “How do you even know something’s out there?” “The only way really is to just go,” Talia hefted her rucksack over one shoulder. She packed food, water, spare clothes, and a blanket. “There is no record of anyone returning after attempting a crossing,” … Continue reading Out of sight
Thin, towering hardwoods, heavy Spanish moss draping the canopy, and thorny vines woven between the limbs and trunks, acted as a curtain, shrouding the glade where the old house sat. Trudging down what was once the driveway, but now was thick with tall grass, Vance searched for anything familiar and failing miserably. He whistled a … Continue reading Swept away
If anyone were on the beach they would not have seen it, for Cyril’s sailboat was a negligible spot on the horizon. They couldn't see him, but he could see the shore, the first land he’d sighted in nearly two months. He adjusted his sail, aim the bow towards land, hoping he had reached the … Continue reading Sail into the wylde
They bicker like a couple of old magpies, harping at each other over their back fence. Myrtle fusses over her Corgi, Angus, eating the acorns that drop from Hester’s white oak tree, and Hester complains about the syrupy blooms from Myrtle’s ruby honeysuckle vines staining her white patio chairs a neon pink. On cold days, they … Continue reading Acorns and honeysuckle
Thin spiral notebook 