The invitation Ask. A voice inside his head called. Ask. “I…” he stammered looking away from her; “made a large pot of soup and I’d be honored if you’d join me for dinner.” She was stunned. The two halves of her spoke at once saying hell no and trust him. Should she let down herContinue reading “Winter Season”
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Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?
Part 6 He put his hand under her head. She was so groggy. “5 more minutes.” Bo bemoaned. She could feel herself being lifted but could do nothing to stop it. “Ruby,” hands held her face. “Ruby?” His voice was laced with anguish. When he put his hands on her shoulders, her head wobbled backwards.Continue reading “Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?”
Waste not. Want not: dented cans
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living.
Let’s write
Winter Season
Let’s play “This might be a small town but we still have crime.” She bounced, bounced he told his shocked mind through the yard to shut the door. He had turned away from her looking up the street thinking about where to show her around too. This adventure would take about thirty minutes at best.Continue reading “Winter Season”
Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy: it’s all HER fault.
I just finished listening to the book and it upset me greatly. Before I start, allow me to say that yes, this book was written in a different time. But gee. So here’s the low down. The local preacher tells Tess’s dad that they are descended from a wealthy line of people. Tess’s branch hasContinue reading “Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy: it’s all HER fault.”
Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?
Part 5 She focused on the stone itself. It was dark gray, weathered by time, covered with lichens. The lantern section of a church steeple came to mind. A solid base with those few letters and the date. There were four columns. ‘How weird.’ She thought. The top of the columns looked like spears. OrContinue reading “Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?”
Naive
Winter Season
Esther Esther observed her guest. His head was much closer to the ceiling than hers. She knew her house was small. It was a guess on her part that she had 7 foot ceilings. It was really hard to tell what build he had under his coat. But she was assuming he was slender. TheContinue reading “Winter Season”