Thursday, August 31, 2017

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

I turned the TV off and headed for the woods wondering if I'd even bother to come back for my things.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Good friends and former enemies, old lovers and deserted flames stood over his grave and sang a mournful song.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Sunday, August 27, 2017

"The best sex I ever had was on an elevator," the drunken woman stage whispered to her friends at the table next to ours.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

They found what was left of the photo album smoldering in the fireplace.

Friday, August 25, 2017

It was getting harder for Jim to parse out the soreness from his workouts with the newer strange pains that came with age.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

The tanker silently emerged from the fog cutting through the water like a blade across flesh.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

From across the divide as if in a dream Miles' softly lulling trumpet touched her like nothing else could.

Monday, August 21, 2017

He loved these friends he'd gathered on the flimsy raft of his life and desperately hoped they'd stick around.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

"Your generation doesn't know how easy you've had it," he told me, pulling up his shirt to reveal the scars.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Among the fields I frolicked until the dream was over and day startled me awake.

Friday, August 18, 2017

It was stark, black and white, and without any sort of shading, but he still managed to put himself on the wrong side of history, yet again.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

He two-stepped through life with a beer in one hand and a bowl of gumbo in the other.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Hibernation was the best option for the next four years, she thought.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

As was often the case, the stupidity of man was on full display that day at the county fair.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Our perception of history was a sham perpetrated by powerful men who were long dead.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

As the gates collapsed under the weight of the mass of protestors we knew it was only a matter of time before they would make it inside.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

It only took one drink and three minutes for Billy to start spouting his wild theories about government mind-control projects, alien abductions, and Bigfoot.

Friday, August 11, 2017

"I always focused on the endgame and forgot to enjoy the ride," the bus driver told me from his deathbed.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Clothed by Walmart, fed by Burger King, and educated by Fox, perhaps we should have seen it coming.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Adam didn't recall how or when the drugs got there but it was his misfortune that the cops did.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

She wondered whether anyone in her life had ever glimpsed her secret self.

Monday, August 7, 2017

We waited at the station for the rain to stop while the water on the street kept rising higher and higher.

Saturday, August 5, 2017

She was like the moon reflecting across the dark water on a still night.

Friday, August 4, 2017

Burt saw the massive pile of books, old magazines and newspapers begin to sway and topple towards him and it was at that moment he wondered if he was a hoarder.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

"Somethings just weren't meant to last," he whispered, his strong hands around my throat.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The seagulls swarmed over us trying to snatch the sandwiches from our hands.