Locked in a prison of my own making. Iron and stone bind me, confine me. Mortared by fear and doubt, Bars and locks forged in misery. Serving my sentence in solitude, Believing I must shield those I love From the pain of quilt by association. I can never be someone to be proud of? Stigma … Continue reading Personal prison
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Chance encounter
Grayson Beach State Park in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida - one of my favorite local hiking venues - has the unique distinction of being located between the Gulf of Mexico on one side, and a handful of rare coastal lakes on the other. These lakes are an unusual mix of both salt and fresh water eco-systems. Dividing the two … Continue reading Chance encounter
Attention to details
Take this as a constructive critique, I know you’re still learning. It’s not enough to simply do the job you were hired to do. It's like agreeing to cater a party, only baking a cake, then leaving the kitchen a complete disaster. Pay attention to the smallest of details. It is simply good manners to … Continue reading Attention to details
Divine retribution
The acrid taint of burning incense did nothing to mask the rancid stink that permeated the desecrated sanctuary. Reavers had crawled over the walls and altar like leather beetles, stripping the trappings of the sanctuary like flesh from bone. Taking their pickings, reavers left their leaders to bask in the profane overthrow. Their chief, Rolf, sprawled … Continue reading Divine retribution
100 Word Challenge: Manners
My two rescue dogs (yes, it’s important that I include the “rescue” designation), have become my writing muses. While on our walks, all sorts of interesting things happen which give me ideas for this writing prompt. Take Monday morning - we’re on the our last leg of our walk, in the home stretch. I saw another … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Manners
Last call
A voice crackled over the sergeant’s shoulder mic giving out a police incident code and address sending Sgt. Kaplan to Roger Caldwell City Park about a bicycle. “How long’s it been here?” Kaplan asked Mrs. Edith Wexcombe, the person who called in the complaint. Mrs. Wexcombe had on her good lavender chenille house coat and … Continue reading Last call





