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“Whole” Foods Garden
They didn’t forage the forest for sustenance, Just for treats; raspberries, blueberries, chanterelles. Their food grew underground and not in the dirt. Crazy right? That’s what Darrell thought the first time seeing the tomatoes with their stringy roots dangling in nutrient rich water. More amazing were the dense rice paddies that generated enough food to…
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A Season of Love – 100 Words
Not alone on the frigid day, A grey haired couple walks ahead, down the pier. Their breaths exhale as one into the frosty air. Her purple scarf blows loose, like a flag. He reaches for it, wraps it around her, Covering her mouth, She laughs and nudges his side. They stop. I walk slow. He…
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Open for Business or Just a Chat
The sign out by the curb showed up every once in awhile. Maybe once a week. Mostly on a weekend. “Stan’s Roast Beef Palace Open Today” in bright red and gold letters with a purple crown over “Stan’s”. Finally, finally I saw the sign soon enough not to drive past the one way street. I…
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Missing Again
Twelve shatterproof ornaments. That’s what the clear plastic box said. I found eleven on the tree after Christmas. It’s an artificial tree. Not too many hidey places for an inanimate sparkly plastic ball on a string. And yet, I gave up and moved on to try and find the eight “feather angels”. There were only…
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“I Want You to Write a Theme”
This is a line from the movie “A Christmas Story”. Have you seen it? Maybe a few weeks ago. I don’t think I was ever assigned to write a theme. It seems back in the fifties there was such a thing as being assigned a ‘theme’. Tuck that away for a minute. Fiction writers are…
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The Nose Knows
Petie was king of the junk yard. He and five other dogs but he had the best nose. He could tune out gasoline, rotting seat cushions, the stagnant pools of rusting parts. He trotted through the passage between cars. New arrivals meant interesting finds and he could smell one as he lifted his nose to…
