When the sudden thunderstorm began to taper off, "Fly Me To The Moon" was playing on my iPod. I love that song. All that money spent on a professional make-up artist, streaming down my cheeks like an insane child's finger-painting. People hurried past, concerned with their own affairs, scarcely glancing at my psychedelic face. That just goes to [...]
It was summertime in New Orleans, and the night was opaque with a steamy-stench that lingered in the nostrils. They were two strangers waiting for the Carrollton Avenue bus, gray beads of sweat crawling like ants over their scalps, trickling down their backs. The woman put a Tareyton between her lips [...]
The word prompt is "place." *** Every year or so, Perdida packed up and moved. Sometimes her search took her across country, other times, a few miles away. Some cities came close to what she was looking for--almost, but not quite. Always, something was missing. It seemed, at times, that such a place did not exist—not for [...]
Mom told me not to, but when Jimmy handed me a firecracker I took it. Other kids were holding them. I wanted to be cool, too. Mom told me not to and I should've listened. My guide dog is cool, though.
This week's prompts at Grammar Ghoul Press are the word "pterodactyl" and the sculpture below: ‘Torso in Metal from The Rock Drill’ by Sir Jacob Epstein. ¢¢ Man, I hate Saturdays: the worst day of the week. Why, you ask? It's the visitors. You people don't know what it's like; sitting her immobilized while idiots stroll by making stupid comments, laughing. Hah! If they [...]