Thanks for letting me vent, Trifecta.… Read the rest
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And yet I know, unerringly, where I am in relationship to my mother’s house. Right now, it’s five hundred miles away over my right shoulder. If I go to the kitchen, it’s sort of off my left side, but angled back to the right. I wouldn’t trust this sense to lead me out of so much as a brushy thicket.… Read the rest
Kelly rubbed the bandage on her right leg and winced. She had no spare energy to heal the wound. She hated this stretch of 331, where there were no streetlights between podunk towns, and every reflection might be him. Hell, for all she knew, every reflection was him. He managed to infect everything. In back, Amber shifted in her carseat and Luna hummed with the radio.
“Mom, stop.”
“What, Luna?”
“He’s ten miles ahead.”
“You’re sure?”
Luna didn’t answer. Kelly didn’t know why she had asked.
There was a chance to change course, head for Destin instead of Pensacola. But he surely knew that, too.… Read the rest
I shut down the computer twice, but the e-mail didn’t vanish. It’s been four days now, and it still hasn’t gone away. My world is aslant. The editor wrote; she wants my book.
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For the voting public, that last compound sentence probably invalidates the 33 words of first person narrative. Although I am still technically writing in the first person, I have stepped slightly outside to make generic observations. Possibly, it’s still considered appropriate or close enough for country, since the two third person statements (“The editor wrote; she wants…”) are actually my observations. But it’s too esoteric. I think it’s fair game to enter, but vote for someone else, someone who isn’t blowing their own horn, K?… Read the rest
A woman complained, “I don’t know why we stopped here; we’ve got toilets.”
“Grab a snack. Look at the bayou.” The driver walked towards the men’s room.
At the far corner of the building, an old man in a heavy coat shouted. “Repent!” He brandished a Bible like a weapon. “How shall you answer when He calls your name?”
He had an audience of one, a dark haired woman in short sleeves and jeans who had not arrived on the bus.… Read the rest
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This weekend, Trifextra is Over The Top…or they want us to be anyhow.
… Read the restThen proceed with this week’s entry
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“What’s your name, child?” The queen picked up a kitten and settled it on her lap as she sat on the bed.
“Pickles.” The girl squirmed and turned her head to sneeze.
“Well… Pickles, what does the Wizard Deen do for you?” The kitten began climbing her majesty’s dress.
“Bed, two meals, sometimes three a day.… Read the rest
Hope is every childhood nightmare. It is the feeling of running away from the monster down the street of faceless houses. It is the certainty of escape that crashes against the pursuing evil rounding that final corner.… Read the rest
From the kitchen, John Lennon called, “Anybody else want a cuppa?”
Janis Joplin took a drag on a round kazoo and blew smoke rings to the ceiling. “John, you have to come back in here. You need to. You’ve got to come back in here.”
“Ever see Star Wars?” John and his cuppa nearly tripped over the dog in the kitchen doorway. “Whoosh, buzz, bap, crack.” He waved an imaginary light saber.
Janis shook her head.
“Died too soon.” Jimi threw his toothpick behind the couch.… Read the rest
Sarah looked up for the first time to take hers. “You’re justifying.” She reached for the artificial sweetener.
“No. It’s got to do with intentions. Are you dabbling? Or is this the final act of an already broken union?”
“There’s no difference.” Sarah sipped, but flinched against the heat and spit back into the mug.
Jillian added two spoons of sugar. “Consider me. Blaine was trapped in a toxic marriage when we met. Our relationship motivated him to end it.”… Read the rest