Monday, January 22, 2018

It dawned on her that if she spent half as much energy on the rest of her life as she did in choosing her outfits she'd be president by now.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

That morning Mike woke up feeling battered and fried like a fat Gulf shrimp a week past its prime.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Sussing out the things Sheila couldn't control from the ones she could directly affect gave her spirits a lift.

Friday, January 19, 2018

It was getting harder and harder to figure out what to bewail and what to let slide as nothing more than a canard.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

The building blocks of reality - facts - had become an amorphous sludge barreling down on our world and burying everything in its path.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Alice was torn between writing about what beauty was left in the world or the dystopian nightmare her country was marching towards.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

The quiet was punctured by the birds outside squabbling over the seeds tossed on the frozen ground.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Whenever he was under the weather he was suddenly a 12-year-old again whose only desires were to sleep, play video games and watch cartoons.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

The shots rang out but couldn't deafen the voices calling for equality.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Friday, January 12, 2018

The girl and her little brother, their arms sticks, their bellies bloated, stared pleadingly at me from below the window but alas I had no food to give them.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Cracking open a pecan his thoughts drifted to how his mother would make him help gather the nuts in the park across the street and the embarrassment he felt until they were safely back inside and the pie was in the oven.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

She felt their breakup was tantamount to theft and mentally pictured the trial she would hold for her ex.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

After Art realized no one was really listening to anything he said, he felt free to make outrageous statements without fear of retribution.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Lost in reveries of past loves and adventures Alice didn't see the future softly creeping forward, a bitter blade in its teeth.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

The winter bore down on him like a hawk swooping low to take its prey.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Footfalls crunching through the snow were echoes of an ancient past.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Like his intricately built hairdo everything about the man was a lie wrapped in a brittle, badly colored shell.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

An island of calm amid an ever escalating cacophony of shrill citizenry Harold chalked it up to never buying a smartphone or bothering with social media.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

He sat like a slab of raw meat on his thrown wondering who to harass next.

Monday, January 1, 2018