My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales... The hole measured two and a half feet wide by eight feet long and six feet deep. St. Simon’s verger had been at the site since daybreak digging. He finished as the funeral home staff arrived to set up chairs in four neat rows of five, and erect a white canopy over … Continue reading Freshman orientation
Goodwood Duxford tales… The front window at The Grumpy Magpie featured a slightly used casket, opened and propped against the headboard of a sleigh bed. The remainder of the display was filled with poorly crafted decoupage nightstands and jewelry boxes made by the store owner’s niece. Enjoying a rare day off, Goodwood Duxford, Pepperidge Township’s … Continue reading Prodigal son
The boardwalk zig-zagged through the titi forest, high above a saw palmetto marsh. Dragonflies hummed through the humid air and green anoles skittered from shadow to shadow seeking refuge from the blistering sun. With luck, she would have the trails to herself. The park was merely a bump in the road, hidden from plain … Continue reading End of the trail
Goodwood Duxford tales... The boy sat in a pool of quiet light, high on a hill surrounded by small, white granite headstones. His back against the rough bark of an old-growth pine, he closed his eyes and listened to the wind rustling through the trees. As the last rays of the sun spread out … Continue reading Quiet light
I’m not an overly superstitious person. At one time, I owned a black cat. I’ve walked under ladders, and I’ve stepped on my share of sidewalk cracks. I’ve also broken a few mirrors - all with no ill effect. However, I do believe in jinxes. With a cautious nod to not spoiling a good … Continue reading When the good luck comes
The Story so far... From the outside, the building appeared to be like any other on the street. Once Clay walked through the green door, he stepped into a subterranean world few had entered, or knew existed. Noor, his escort, led him way down the labyrinth of passages, fingertip barely grazing the rock walls, … Continue reading Into the light
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