It’s an interesting feat when there is a storyteller involved. The little things that get missed, don’t anymore. From the slight smirk. To the secret grumbles one can make. Gets written down. Told and re-told for anyone who wants to listen. Because knowing this is how our history becomes history. But we won’t get into… More The Very Tall Woman
I could say she had tired eyes. The lines that wrapped around them told me so. And the way her gaunt skin tightened when she cried, told me so. But who am I to say so. It is not a wee bit of a screech or a placid mans walk. But it certainly isn’t what… More Wee bit more
It was if his eyes glazed over, like a lake’s surface in the brim of winter. Face and tears frosted with a chill. Letting the feared air lace up and over the stillness. Everything sounded acoustic. Reflecting and repeating like an image in a mirror. Over and over again. Until the only thing left was… More Gaunt And Undimmed
He sat on the curb, kicking out his feet every few seconds. It was the most amusement he had all day. That – and remembering his awkwardness during his business meeting this morning. “I can’t believe I did that.” He grumbled, cringing at the thought. “But you did.” said Sam, a fellow co-worker who flopped… More Not today.
ironically, if my voice made a sound. i wouldn’t be here. in this place. my throat wouldn’t be soar, my ears wouldn’t cringe, and my brain wouldn’t be wrapped in cotton. Or so I think. if it made a sound that people could hear. it wouldn’t be like the wind exhaling. or sleeping baby’s breath.… More Or so I thought
“I want to say his face was hard… but it wasn’t.” She said, balancing the phone on her right shoulder. It was sticky from her grasp. “Well, what are you going to do?” The voice on the other end replied. It was harsh, but didn’t anger. And the air between them seemed restricted so fondly… More Conviction
The Peculiar Chronicles, Life is made up of all these tiny insignificant moments. Like deducing what you want to have for lunch or what radio station to listen to on your rush hour commute. You see, I have this way I see myself. Myself that said that clever thing in the heat of the moment,… More The Peculiar Chronicles ~ A Personal Ramble