Daydreams of: A Rose Garden
Paul walked out his back door and sighed with a groan. “Not again.” The mist of the morning fog was thin enough to hint at the carnage around him. The fence, a twisted ribbon mix of chain-link and...
View ArticleThoughts of: Paint and change
My wife painted the bedroom over the weekend. A light shade of green, if you’re curious. I thought it was fine the way it was with its blue paint, white trim, and French cottage look to it. She said...
View ArticleDaydreams of: Hero Worship
“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion. She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind...
View ArticleDaydreams of: Yogurt-gate
The President bends down to wipe off the freshly spilled yogurt. “That’s the price for campaigning. You get hugged on by one young college girl and spilled on by the next. Oh well.” A college girl...
View ArticleDaydreams of: The pusher
Tom entered the store on a mission. List in hand, he knew exactly what to get. Grabbing a cart, he headed off to the first isle where a man stood behind a small cloth-covered table. “Good Morning”...
View ArticleDecisions
“Hurry up!” I chided, staring at the dog as she reluctantly wandered around the yard. Rain was falling moderately as a cold wind blew from the east. I pressed myself against the wall while the dog...
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