Hour Five – No Witnesses

Oh my goodness. It is only 7:00 p.m. here, but I’m already slap happy. I just grabbed a scary book off the shelf and will use the last line. Here goes nothing… No Witnesses It was the first time the roof of the emerald convertible…

prompt #4: last line (Dickens’ Carol)

“God bless us, everyone!”     So the master said (as did the Master if you believe in him/it/her/them…) We echo it with the fall of snowflakes.   But we don’t, of course. Bless, I mean. We say that we believe (although our actions don’t…

Prompt Four (4): My Dearest . . .

My Dearest …, We have this place…unseen by most; We have this bond…since we were born. We spent the years…apart; We promised we’d meet…near this end. As my middle years…come to me hard; Your senior years…harder still; Will you allow me in…or have you chose;…

When Rock Stars Die in the Desert

Dear Keni, They haven’t solved your death. I think about you and your last breath. The coroner doesn’t return my calls. No one speaks of your blood splattered on your paintings and walls. Your dog is happy and with a friend. I have not forgotten…

There once was…

Once upon a time and time again I have revisited the scenes of past debacles combing wreckage, searching for clues, seeking reminders in cautionary tales Once upon a time and time again I tell myself I will not repeat errors of then and normally stay…

Prompt 4 – Reunion

Familiar smile, tickling my heart, Have I known you? You notice me. Have we known us? Hesitantly, walking for each other, Breaths hitched – it should be obvious by now – Was it that we’d known each other in another life? In another time? The…

Itching

One July day Karen and I took a walk in the woods. Summer friends since our days as kindergarteners a decade before, things had changed. Karen had changed. Sister of my best friend David, her tomboy ways with fishing poles and bait, canoes, axes and…