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One Misty Morning

I decided to do some bird watching along the shore of a local lake.  It was the perfect time of year to photograph migrating birds.  I meandered along the lake trail.  It was an eerily quiet morning.  The absence of birdsong was evident.  I approached the lake and watched the steam rise from its calmContinue reading “One Misty Morning”

Star Gazing

Erin gazes at the vast night sky contemplating her insignificance.  The realization that we are but mere specs adhered to a rotating sphere of matter in a virtually unexplored universe.  There are billions of stars in our galaxy and billions of galaxies beyond.  She thinks what does it matter? That the stars we see areContinue reading “Star Gazing”

Lost City

He stands in the courtyard of the lost city, holding an old scroll of ancient parchment. The archaic language written thereupon is similar to the primitive languages he had studied most of his scholarly life. It speaks of treasures hidden beneath the old city, though some of the text he could not decipher. He knewContinue reading “Lost City”

Foolish Games

She stares into her bathroom mirror, a smug smile upon her face.  She did it!  She revealed herself to her lover’s wife during the celebration of their twentieth wedding anniversary.  A posh restaurant, a shared bottle of champagne, live piano music…  Perfect, except for the unexpected guest.  She giggles at the recent memory.  He andContinue reading “Foolish Games”

Stark Warning

Macabre pictures of his injuries Posted on social mediaA photographic tourEach broken bone Each bloodied body partA stark warning? Message receivedA rapid responseAbscond from the cityPrepare for a bucolic existence Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #338 – Macabre (36 words) Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Tour by Sue and Gerry RDP Monday: BUCOLIC

Sunday Interrupted

A lovely lazy Sunday morning with nothing to do but watch the day unfold. I indulge in a second cup of coffee, extracting the newspaper’s comic section. Knock, knock! Sigh… I open the front door with much trepidation and am handed an envelope by a twitchy courier. Stamped on the back is the distinctive hallmarkContinue reading “Sunday Interrupted”

Memory Lane

I stand at the beginning of Memory Lane, taking in its linear perspective. A row of connected townhomes line the sidewalk to the right as far as the eye can see. To the left is a row of manicured trees framing the city’s botanical garden. A beautiful street that holds many memories for me andContinue reading “Memory Lane”

The Bamboo Bar

At the Bamboo BarJoin me for a drinkPull up a stool Reveal all your secrets.Join me for a drinkThe drink is on meReveal all your secretsHold nothing back.The drink is on meLoosen your tongueHold nothing backInformation is gathered.Loosen your tongueWe’re listeningInformation is gatheredA free drink with a high cost.We’re listeningPull up a stoolA free drinkContinue reading “The Bamboo Bar”

Shrouded In Mist

The castle looms in the distance – a potential place of refuge. It appears to float in the sky, shrouded in mist. I imagine a labyrinth of discombobulating hallways and twisting staircases within the castle walls. I advance with a tentative and delicate step, as if moving to the rhythm of an adagio. A pathContinue reading “Shrouded In Mist”