Tag: fiction

1.74 Postmortem

  Stepping past the now inert wooden box, up to the stainless steel sink I watched Joseph turn on the taps. Keeping my eyes firmly away from my mitts, since acknowledging them only made them hurt more enthusiastically, I concentrated all my attention on…

1.73 With A Whimper or Bang?

Gasping for breath I braced myself against the wall, trying to gain enough leverage to shove her greedy hands away, but I couldn’t budge them an inch. I nearly sobbed when Joseph’s hand settled over one of mine. “Phoebe let go.” Gently his fingers…

1.72 Choices, Choices

No longer fully supported, the bag slipped off my leg onto its side then belly flopped onto its face – all the while spewing forth its contents. The rock salt skittered over the linoleum like gravel on glass and was the icing on the…

1.71 The Woman In White

It didn’t seem she was anywhere close to finished.  Each time her fist rebounded ineffectively off Joseph’s chest, the next strike followed quickly on its heels. It took mere moments for the siren to morph into a frenzied harpy. Joseph stood stone still watching…

1.70 Nevermore

  (Before and after pictures of my state of mind after KARB’s news report.) Mr. Nelson sat quietly next to me, clutching his seat, while I channeled my inner Lewis Hamilton (world champion F1 driver). The Princess was more vocal in her protests against…

1.69 Marshmallows Mountains

You should have seen the general store/diner/butcher/post office owner’s face when I asked for fifty bucks worth of their homemade marshmallows at seven a.m.  Sarah’s order filled an entire box.  Their marshmallows are sold by the pound and it turns out fluff & stuff…

Radio Isn’t Dead

Maybe I should invest in satellite radio in the Princess? I’d still get reception in the mountains right? That way I could monitor the radio waves no matter where I drove… (photo credit here, the words are mine)