A clear package of tomatoes fell and scattered in all directions. "You know I wasn't at work."
I sat on the couch with a glass of two-dollar Cabernet. Sheldon came in at twelve forty-five with his shoulder’s rolled forward and back facing me. His head hung to one side as he fumbled at the lock. I didn’t cry, crying ends it before we can begin. I needed him to hear this. And like it or not, the drink might help. I asked him how work was.
March 23, 2013
All hands to your mizzenmast!
Prompt: One good turn deserves another. —Aesop’s Fables
March 20, 2013
Stole? You're a crazy woman, what could I possibly want from you?
Here is a scene sketch I wrote this morning. Enjoy!
March 18, 2013
A dozen proud pines stunk and softened along the river's edge, back to the open earth after half a millennium.
Prompt: River Cliffs
March 16, 2013
Life here is actually very pleasant once you find your things.
The roar woke me from the best dream I’d ever had. I was home, in the dream, and my red towel was there, and Sis, and me. I was there, but I could see myself like I was Blackdog standing over me on the couch. I rolled and kicked a cushion out of place. I rolled again and tore the corner of my towel. It was a normal day. Everything was perfect. Then the roar woke me up and the old growl bubbled in my chest.
March 13, 2013
I have a thing for you to do Humbert, a thing I can’t ask of the other officers…
The sun hung a yellow sash across Decon’s back, but stripped it when his office door rattled shut. “Do you know what it means to be Deputy?”
March 10, 2013
Cypress boughs creeked in the dim…
Cypress boughs creaked in the dim; their pale green leaves danced with broken moonlight conducted by the insect ballad. The warm air lifted the smell of rot and damp wood. Montgomery sat at the edge of the buoyed pier, with his nose just above the opaque water. Behind him, orange lamp light pulsed from the porch of a wooden shack, white and grey with age; tied down here and patched there where the swamp had started to creep in. The sound of boots made Montgomery turn. A man in dripping knee high rubber boots crouched beside him and shook his collar with scratches.
March 9, 2013
…she doesn't just cry, but other things too that give me heavy shoes.
Here is a quick morning prompt for you. Enjoy!
March 6, 2013
Marvin the Protector
I am a strong boy. Mama tells me I’m strong because I don’t have the same head as the other boys, but I has the strength more than them. I go to school at Windsor Elementary. The teachers are nice. The principal is nice. The kids are not nice all the time. I don’t like to always sit by myself, but since Steven said so, none of the other kids sit with me. Some of my friends still sit with me, but it is Mrs. Holland and some more kids from my classes.
March 4, 2013
The sun bakes my black hair and stirs up powerful smells.
Prompt: Write a scene with an unwanted guest.
March 3, 2013