About a year and a half ago, our daughter, our oldest child, moved out of the family home. It’s all good. She found her Big Girl job and wanted to join the ranks of Independent Women. I had one less kid at home, and one extra - empty - bedroom. Oh, the plans I had… … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Room
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Act accordion-ly
The house smelled of old age and senility. Each room was crammed full of tables and chiffonier, sideboards and china cabinets; chairs, ottomans, and sofas of all sorts. No surface was bare, no cabinet empty, no nook unoccupied. In an earlier time, the resident would risk being labeled a hoarder. The house was a warren … Continue reading Act accordion-ly
Behind doors of steel
Caged behind doors of steel, Treacherous fools reside, A merciless monster they conceal. Abandon all hope prophesied If e’er the beast’s bonds are broken. That door cannot be fortified. Withered, wisdom forsaken; Atrophied, weakened beyond a cure Surrenders to loathsome aberration. Deity divine, a false savior Rising out of foul darkness, Corrupt agent provocateur. Demon hordes … Continue reading Behind doors of steel
100 Word Challenge: Divine
This week, I am the pet whisperer. Not really, but I am pet sitting for two friends. One, a little, wiry terrier-ish dog belonging to my next door neighbor, and the other, my beach buddy’s ragdoll cat. The two, aside from being separate species, are totally different. Dixie is a jittery thing. Sometimes, when her … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Divine
Analog bibliophile
"Some books are to be tasted; others swallowed; and some to be chewed and digested.” ~ Francis Bacon I live on a rich diet of books, and I tend to overeat. According to recent estimates, I have close to 800 books in my personal library, all taking up stack space in my home, In every … Continue reading Analog bibliophile
Spare tire
Held snug against the earth by brawny roots, the discarded spare stayed lost among the underbrush, forever abandoned to time and harsh elements. A rustling in the trees gave him hope that he would be rescued from his exile. Two young humans! One tried to pull him out of his trap. “Hey, lookit, food,” the skinny … Continue reading Spare tire





