Response to Writing Prompt Forty-Six: He stood beneath the windmill overlooking the bay. Salt air brushed away his beard revealing the scar hidden beneath. It had been three years since the accident. He felt the briny Pacific breeze ruffling his beard hiding the only physical scar he’d sustained that day. In his mind, every other […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Forty: I followed him down the white washed stairs of a stucco walled corridor. His hand in mine, I let him lead me away from the tour group. There was nothing normal about taking this gorgeous Mexican man’s hand and pretending to follow him down the rabbit hole so to speak. […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Forty-One: It’s days like this, with snow blanketing roof tops and threads of smoke slipping out of chimneys, that I remember why I left this godforsaken place. “The humans moved into an area they were unprepared for. Our lands. It is suitable for us, not their weak kind. But they bring […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Thirty-Three: A blue canal. Three boats. White marble walls. And you. It’s my turn to watch the suspicious goings on down at the canal, like a stalk out. Three boats and two barges are docked. At least from my vantage point I can see the main boat in question. It […]
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Much to my embarrassment… I was arrested today. It all began in the electrical isle at the Home Depot. I was buying the material to change out an electrical service. A key component to this task is a weather mast… a ten foot long, forty pound steel pipe. This was the trigger to my […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Thirty-Four: A palace, lost among the jungle weeds, spiraled upward toward the sky like so many mountains. A palace, lost among jungle weeds, spiraled upward toward the sky like so many mountains. The once elegant home to the emperor had taken on a whole new kind of grandeur, by my way […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Thirty: Smoke whistled through his two front teeth. White like china, like the stars reflecting in his eyes. Hardy teeth of a desert wanderer. I knew so many things about him just by looking at his teeth. I knew that he was strong and tough and I knew that he was mean. […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Twenty Six: Three steps up the clay staircase to a cobalt door. A brass knocker, a brass door knob. And inside the woman who stole my bag. I mean, the artist that stole my bag. At least I think I do. I climb the steps with trepidation and confusion and all the uncertainty and ambiguity… […]
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Desperate for a fix of crack I’m out walking the dark streets needing to subsidize my habit. There are no free lunches these days so I pull my jacket collar tighter around my neck and my woolen hat down with a firm resolve. They offer some protection against the bitter northerly wind. My hands are shoved in […]
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“Help!” My cries are swallowed by the silence. I could scream and holler and beg to unknown Gods, but no one would hear me. My feet are stuck in an unseen mire. I cannot move forward. I cannot move back. I am cemented here, sinking. The more I struggle the deeper I go. There […]
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