Saturday. I was taking Muriel to London for the weekend. A father daughter trip to the theater. I remembered the little girl who loved time with her daddy.
“How was school yesterday?”
In the space of a handful of heartbeats, a moment forever vivid and often reconsidered. You asked the unexpected of the unworldly. Your smile sparkled and your laugh ever echoes. The feeling of confusion, so overwhelming, has faded through time, replaced with questions. What answer Continue reading Vivid
He set the revolver on the table next to the empty bottle and the last of his cash. He rubbed his eyes. Grit ground painfully.
He stood and grabbed the money off the table. One last trip to the liquor store. No hurry.
Outside the skies poured rain. He darted to the dry bus stop. Continue reading Aware
His first day and Simon was late. He jabbed the button on the elevator. “Close, damn it, close!” It stopped at the next floor, doors opened, and no one waited. Simon rolled his eyes. He mashed the button, his thumb turning white.
Finally, he reached the sixth floor and exploded from the stupid, archaic technology. Continue reading Oversight
“I have nothing to hide.” I have everything to hide. Scumbag reporters’ questions blur into a peaceful white noise. I take a deep breath and smile.
The perky blonde in the front row waves her arm again. She is exactly my type. I point at her big boobs. “Yes? You in the pink?”
I swirl the wine in my glass. There is no recollection of having poured it. My world stretches monochrome and thin. Days spin as a stone wheel to grind away all the Blacksmith has once wrought, strength of body and sharpness of mind.
Damp shirts Continue reading Specific Gravity
Homeward bound on I-84, we pass over bluffs and across ravines. The Columbia glides along beside the minivan, sunlight sparkling off ripples.
The muted sound of Temple Run. “How much longer?” The hum of so much concrete under rubber tires. Continue reading Smoke
Don’t get me wrong. Those frenetic people than burn incandescent, seesaw through life, never crossing at a crosswalk aren’t me. Eddie, Becca, Jordan. They are all like that. Talking fast about topics they Continue reading Mope