The fridge breathes deep, mostly emptied of odds and ends ready for renewal in a whirl of call and response with the cook. An oversized Dutch Oven dozes on the right front burner, still-winter sun sliding behind the trees. Continue reading
JusJoJan and SoCSaturday: In Line
They call to me, with voices of many genres, their due dates adding an extra whine to their plea. They wobble and sway in the winds of indecision of who to choose first. I can’t recall how many times of renewal I’ve invoked for each one. My chipped memory of delayed holds soon-to-be-released clinks against the ruined sides of a bottomless well of library requests.
I have too many interests. Continue reading
Hobbies
© Ayr/Gray
Justin sniffed the icy air, noting a trace of seaweed amongst the familiar salt. A stiff breeze from the north was clearing out the clouds. With it, the temperatures dropped. Huddling deeper into his duffle coat, he wished he’d worn a hat. But Clara loved to run her fingers though his dark curls, and laughing, call him “Pony Boy.” Better to face a little chill as they hiked the pebbled shore, away from the hotel and toward her childhood cottage; he knew so little about her, but was almost sure she was The One. Continue reading
JusJoJan and 1-liner Wednesday: Ragnarok
One liner Wednesday: “I’ll try.”
I’LL TRY to keep my shit together as I watch the speedy unraveling of an increasingly shaky world, and ready myself to gaze down through the roots of Yggdrasil at the three Norns, muttering at their weaving, while Ratatoskir with his gleaming eyes, trills laughter through his sharp teeth and throws nuts at my head. Continue reading
Soupy Spoiler
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: BLEND. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
(If you’ve ever wondered about this aspect of Donkeyskins: what was in that soup, anyway?)
As instructed, she added the green powder to the roiling mass of liquid, then followed up with a palmful of iridescent capsules the size of her pinky nail. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 