Apocalypse Dinner Party Gary swirled the tilted dish of melted lavender ice cream with a spoon until the blood was blended and the pale purple turned a stout mauve. Beryl flitted over dead guests at the dinner table poking the … Continue reading
There was a mauve monkey of note Who often Bill Shakespeare did quote Though his tongue was quite civil It mostly was drivel And we tired of his nattering rote!
Running with ContrabandContraband. The child was too young to know the word, but nevertheless understood, in a visceral way, its meaning: that which she should not have. Were she able to express her thoughts on the matter, she’d have complained … Continue reading
Daniel Durand cast a final surreptitious glance at the gleaming row of single malts before he lifted the candy-sweet mango daiquiri. No scotch today. Today he was still Denny La Croix, Florida real estate wunderkind, and Denny liked frou-frou. Hence … Continue reading
Flag Mango Horse Indestructible By Phyllis Patterson/AKA PM Smith I bite into the juicy over-ripe mango as I gaze out my window. A half-dozen teenage boys are oblivious to the fact that they are being watched. The young men … Continue reading
Me and Teddy Roosevelt at San Juan Hill keywords: horse flag mango… This was hot work. First we had to fight our way past El Caney as cavalry, and now that we are at the foot of San Juan Hill … Continue reading
Sure Thing by Marian Allen I used to say I never met a Greenhorn I didn’t like, but Middle-C-F-Sharp-A was about to become the first exception. Maybe I shouldn’t have took him to the track with me, but there was … Continue reading