Posted at 10:06 am , on October 25, 2019
“What do you mean it’s ‘tasty’? Do you mean that it is sweet as in heavenly nectar? Perhaps wafting flowery aromas fused with honey?”
“Do you mean that it is savory as in a delectable and aromatic blend?”
“Well, can I taste it?”
“No. It is Tay’s tea.”
Posted at 10:28 pm , on October 24, 2019
Evening plans were dashed with his sudden departure. Fearing for her safety, she simply left – not wasting time to gather any belongings. That night was spent going from place to place. Morning brought opportunity to ride along with others. Afternoon brought ringing ears and dimming sight forewarning of her collapse.
Posted at 9:30 pm , on October 23, 2019
Darkness surrounded Brand as he came to. Fumbling a lighter from his jacket pocket, he took in his surroundings. He was in a cave with what appeared to have once been a nest. One ancient leathery egg remained. Something had lived here, taking the egg, Brand searched for the exit.
Posted at 8:00 pm , on October 22, 2019
“Stop the car. Do we know that house?”
“No, but there’s an ‘open house’ right now. Want to check it out?”
“This place – I dream of this house all the time.”
“You used to live here?”
“No – only in dreams.”
“Rumors are that this place is haunted.”
“You’re the ghost!”
Posted at 10:26 pm , on October 21, 2019
Anticipation has been building with the expectation of dreams come true. Hot on the trail of life-changing events, obstacles have been overcome. Now, the knowledge of what is within ignites curiosity. As the time approaches, breath is held and eyes a fix unblinking.
“What will be her name?”
Posted at 10:13 pm , on October 20, 2019
Hugh awoke in darkness. Had he heard something? He lay still, straining to listen. Were those footsteps? His heart beat faster. The tread of heavy footsteps came up the stairs. Hugh tried the light – empty clicks. His heart raced as he yanked open the door. Light flooded the stairway – empty.
Posted at 3:00 pm , on October 19, 2019
This was no stick-in-your-back-pocket y-shaped wood. Sure, if you looked closely enough, you could see the trademark y-shape in the metal under the grip. However, this gadget had an arm-brace that you slipped through before grasping to aim. Real leather cupped the projectile which hurtled into its target. My sling!
Posted at 8:30 pm , on October 18, 2019
Among the crowd, he stood out. Most obviously, he was much taller – the tops of all others’ heads came up to the middle of his chest. Thus, his head was constantly bent downwards at an awkward angle. Others chattered – he strained to listen. Even surrounded this way, he was alone.
Posted at 11:55 pm , on October 17, 2019
Every Christmas, my mother would get me an ornament. That last time, I chose nearly a year in advance, knowing my mother would remember. After she passed, it wasn’t that I expected it to be there. Still, I looked. Only then did I know in my heart she was gone.
Posted at 9:10 pm , on October 17, 2019
Appreciating the breeze beneath the summer sun, bare feet explore the meandering stream. Running through fragrant fields, lungs fill. Quietly observing, cupped hands protect colorful wings. Climbing high, ears listen to the birds’ songs. Born in the country, in land untouched, a heart is free to live in the wild.