Just a guy telling stories....
Melanie and Baker Meet Their Maker
'I hate bugs,' the man thinks as he feels its carcass smoosh inside the napkin. He loathes the crunch it makes and worries about the guts bleeding through the napkin.
Once upon a time, it was Priscilla's doll blanket. Then, looking for a way to help my diving prowess and get a bit more exercise, I took the navy blue cloth and created the lobster.
In the Ice
MONDAY Taking pictures of the fractured ice was fun for Scott until the face appeared. Months ago, he began icing his forearms and hands before going to work each morning. As a massage therapist, he had recurring bouts of achy joints, and submerging his arms into icy water did a lot to reduce his pain.
Calling In - A Terryn and Shawn Story
There’s no way she’s going to believe me, but I should probably call Terryn, and tell her I won’t be at work today. Yeah, you have bigger problems than that now, buddy, some inner wise-ass says.
Hershel’s Specialty Meats
The usual suspects are all there, quail, snake, boar, venison, and even buffalo. Each is neatly wrapped in brown wax paper and carefully sealed shut with strips of white butchers tape.
Around the Fold
I feel nausea rising as I reach around the fold. I shut my eyes, breathe deep, calm myself. It’s the glasses; they show too much.
INTRODUCTION As usual, it takes the man nearly 30 minutes to panic. By then, he has noticed the signs and notes. His apartment walls are covered with them, hundreds if not thousands of short and not so short messages to him. Somehow he intuits that he wrote every note he sees throughout his tiny studio apartment. Maybe he remembers it. All he knows is he has little concern about who wrote them.
Lucie As she finishes collecting the water from the creek, Lucie rises and checks her energy level; was today the day she got the tired?