blue ice

A whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on

Teeth-chattering, goose-pimply, words dropping like ice cubes from trembling lips, cold. Not cold, nervous energy, enough to air condition a third-world, desert country. Normally a well-maintained professional, whenever he’s around, I turn into a quivering jellyfish. I can’t speak without stammering or walk without stumbling over a piece of lint on the carpet. I must…

dried flowers

Winter flowers

The further I walked down the old access road, the more dilapidated the asphalt became. Tombstone-sized chunks broke off the shoulders, and deep, gaping cracks stretched like spiderwebs across the abandoned drive. At the drop-off where the blacktop finally ended, the expansive beach was reclaiming its territory. Swirls of sand, tiny dust devils of fine,…

pay phone

Wake up call

The ringing woke her from a deep sleep, but Millicent didn’t mind. “Tell me everything!” The caller, near panic, was hyperventilating. “I had to get out of there, I couldn’t breathe.” Millicent’s smile quickly turned to a scowl. “Man up, you big baby!” She yelled into her phone. “If you mess this up, I’ll shoot…

jack2_WM

Forgive and forget

Burrowed into an overstuffed, leather chair in his office, Ricky swirled the ice in his rocks glass, fascinated by the thick legs on his whiskey. Watching the amber liquid slide down the sides of his drink, he was transfixed. Throwing back the last of the fiery liquor, Ricky reached for the nearby bottle. On close…

crushed cigar pack

Alone in the dark

He stayed hidden in the shadows, the glowing tip of his blunt his only giveaway. She told him tonight wasn’t good. She felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on. Taking a long drag on his packed Remington, he watched her stroll down the sidewalk arm-in-arm with that preppy guy from her office. He tossed…

demonsB

Tasseomancy

The bitter grit was hard to swallow. I’m used to those little sachets of chamomile or oolong, not dregs thick enough to coat my tongue. I should’ve taken tasseomancy more seriously. “The first thing you see?” She pointed to the cup. “Teardrops.” “Sadness. Here on the rim?” “Something like an octopus.” “A warning!” Her thick…

shotthrutheheart

Valentine’s Day

I saw her standing in front of the greeting cards. She was far enough away that she couldn’t leaf through the selection of valentines, but close enough to read the sappy sentiments. With a melancholy look on her face, an occasional smile would threaten, only to be subdued by her sad eyes. She held her…