Rusted Tin

“Therein lies the problem.” Sheriff Clay says pulling handcuffs from his pocket.”This is just a little private use liquor, John” Bill Wade offers.”Your parole is very specific. No liquor making. Period. Put your hands behind your back.” The sheriff orders.”Oh hell John. All you have here is some empty bottles. Old sugar bags and some

Fate, Evermore

Cunning and quiet, the thief makes a play Dagger raised he leaps into the fray Consumed by dragon fire, thief is no more Warrior strong, bold heads into battle too Axe ready and sure, steady, resolved anew Dragon breath makes him ash at the door Wizard makes magic, wise and fierce Casting ice at the

A full accounting

The cold wind and rain slapped his face. He realized in that moment, the gravity of the situation. A sober thought, on Sunday morning. He cannot run from the choices that are now catching up to him. He must face them head on. Deal with them. A full accounting will be had. No sugar coat.

Rusted Tin

“Therein lies the problem.” Sheriff Clay says pulling handcuffs from his pocket.”This is just a little private use liquor, John” Bill Wade offers.”Your parole is very specific. No liquor making. Period. Put your hands behind your back.” The sheriff orders.”Oh hell John. All you have here is some empty bottles. Old sugar bags and some

Inconvenient

“She was skating too long on that thin white line.” Red blurted out.”What?” The sheriff asked, distracted”Cocaine. Angie is, well, was into the coke.” Red frowned as the words left his mouth.”So pretty and young, shame what she had gotten into.” Red continued”Let’s get the coroner’s office over here. And don’t go talking to anyone,

50 Word Thursday #11

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #11 Thank you Deb Whittam   Along with the photo above, the following phrase serves as a prompt. ‘If I’d stopped to think I might not have done it, but fury is a great disregarder of caution.’ The rules are simple.  Write something, poem, short story, anything,

Gentle Reminder

As she told her story, he was captured. Fully immersed in her descriptions and reminiscences. The porch she described, he could hear the creaking as people moved around it. The laughter and gentle breeze that moved across the gathering. The snapping of pole beans readied for canning. The fresh baked goodness of pie floating on

Final

The ship broken, slowly and surely sinks into the frigid waters of the north sea. As he is pulled under, the icy water filling his lungs, Samuel’s thoughts are of his visions. Knowing this time would come, for as long as he can remember. It proves to be as dramatic, painful, premature and as final

Hussle

A leisurely snow, falls from the sky. The cold streets are filled with impatient cars, eager to be no place in particular. The traffic filling the sidewalks, carries disappointment. A complacent surrender. What this day might bring, hangs heavy around this city. Like a dark, dirty cloud.

Wanting

She fills his slumber with visions of her beauty and magic. She charms him in a voice calming to his soul. He rides night and day searching town to town for her. Across the prairie, the desert, and through the deepest forest. She beckons to him in brief slumber. Seducing his waking moments. Possessed and