Part two of two “First off he’s replacing mom. Second, this trollip is going to take him for a ride.” “Mom’s been dead ten years. Replacing her would have been him getting married the day we buried her.” Charles retorted. The glass clinked again. “She’ll spend all his money. They’ll travel all the time. You’llContinue reading “Moving on “
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Moving On
Part one of two The silence was filled with a gurgling sound. The sound liquid makes when being forced out of a bottle by air. Quickly it was followed by the splashing sound of liquid filling a glass. Then came the plunk of a bottle being set on a hard surface. After a second orContinue reading “Moving On”
Waste Land
I have been told this phase of my life is called the “waste land”. Nothingness. Total nothingness. You perceive yourself as a misshapen monster. You look back on life. The past, it’s dead and gone. You feel empty, hollow, useless. You look forward on your life, you see nothing on the road. Nothing! For allContinue reading “Waste Land “
SAm do
I rolled my tired body out of bed, dreading the day ahead of me. One shouldn’t dread going to work. Work is such a big part of our lives; it should be something you look forward to. Perhaps that is just my naive way of thinking. I am tired of doing the same thing dayContinue reading “SAm do”
Kentucky Summer
*Author’s note. I had an old satchel under my night stand; covered with 20 plus years of dust. It contained page after page of stories I had started. This is one example. In my forty-six years of walking this earth, I’ve only met one person that claimed not to have a celebrity crush. All IContinue reading “Kentucky Summer”
You will love it, or your money back
“You will love this book.” Kip handed the book across the table, over the steaming cups of coffee. “If you don’t,” he wagged his long skinny finger toward me. “Dinner is on me.” This was a prideful boast. “Okay, sure. Why not?” I turned the book over in my hand as his lips moved. HeContinue reading “You will love it, or your money back”
Flying Objects
Every now and then I repost something from when I first started my blog to share. This was first posted Sept. 24, 2022.
Inconvenience
I never knew what an inconvenience was. Watching. Listening. Hanging from the wall. “Inconvenience,” there it is again. What is that? Day comes. Day goes. Night comes. Night goes. People in. People out. Though at night, the flow is much lighter. Day comes. Day goes. People talk. A LOT! They talk about the weather mostly.Continue reading “Inconvenience “
They say you die twice.
“They say you die twice. The first time is when they put you in your grave. And the second time is the last time someone mentions your name.” From Alux.com “Someone help me please.” A gravelly voice heavy with congestion sliced through the silence of the cold sterile hospital air. “Please.” The desperate plea wasContinue reading “They say you die twice. “
I saw what you did in the driveway
Bruce and Bonnie had lived in the same house for 30 years. The community had grown up around them. At church, everyone was talking about rising crime. From full on home invasions, to things missing off a clothes lines. Crime had missed them. However, Bruce and Bonnie decided the smart thing to do would beContinue reading “I saw what you did in the driveway “
