“Damn!” Cliff finished his ice cream cone just as he spotted the drips on his red sweater. Licking the tip of his thumb, he brushed at it trying to get it off his large belly. He walked along the path watching the people. Compared to most, he was over dressed. The arm pit sweat stains grew by the second. The …
Drifting home tonight as the wind a flurries push me on my way. Sign ahead says Newmarket is ahead, but I’m not convinced that is where I want to go. The Moon is in hiding tonight. Considering how bright it was for Solstice, it probably needs to recharge. Took the dog out a week ago, and it seemed as though …
Going to retread over something tonight. I have talked about this on previous blogs…before I *ahem* evolved and found WordPress. Evolution versus Creationism is the age old debate about the big bang or the forbidden fruit…God created Earth and Heaven or some freak cosmic accident. Were these the only two options, I would firmly see evolution as, easily, where we …
I still see her face, beautiful as day… – Sting, The Hounds of Winter “Let’s talk about the elephant, shall we?” He sipped from his beer. “Elephant?” Derek was not as large as the tank behind the bar, but he was big. African American with a near buzz cut afro hair. He wore a red tie over his black …
“You have any wheat beers?” The question surprised him as she did not look like a beer drinker. He watched the bartender, a tank of a man in a black vest over his white shirt and red tie. The bartender mumbled an answer. “I’ll have one.” She held up one finger. Her green eyes smiled from under her pageboy red …
“Pancakes!” He looked up at her from his chair. “Pancakes? Sounds good.” He closed the newspaper and stood. “How can I help?” He towered over her as he followed her to the counter. He reached up and pulled down two juice glasses. “Um, well…” She looked up into his blue eyes under salt and pepper hair. “Okay, set the table, …
So I’m under the duvet and in the mood to write some real raunchy stuff this eve. Some days I think that’s all I’m good for. Writing stuff that requires tissues for those reading it…well, I like to think it does, but I never assume. Just once I would like to be living the current scenario while I’m writing it. …
“Sir? Are you ready?” Marshall stared at the helmeted man for a moment before the words sunk in. “Yes!” He yelled back over the roar of the jet engine. The helmeted man nodded and spoke into his mouthpiece. Marshall could not see the man’s eyes through the dark glasses under his helmet. He had no idea if this mission even …
