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

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

Mexico, Sally

Memories lying cast in the snow and cold winter wind….Everything he has, except what is hidden under the driver’s seat of his old car, lays there. Like a bared soul, naked and vulnerable. All eyes on it, as the wind carries some articles across the cold yard.Her husband pulled his colt python from its place

Tracks

Reaching for the phone was a natural response. Realizing he didn’t remember the number, his heart raced. Fear and panic took over, yet he was still conscious to cover his tracks.

Not So Glad Tidings

Foaming surf pounds the pale sandy beach. The inspector imagines the sun and fun which will blanket this spot in a few months. In stark contrast to the frigid wind and snow relentlessly pelting his face. Now to more topical matters, he looks at the broken body that washed ashore this morning. My attempt at

Day to Day

“Get these men to the river Sergeant!” the Lieutenant ordered. The relentless fighting has taken a toll on our boys. “You heard the man, haul it, before these bugs take over the whole planet.” the Sergeant barked. They advance cutting into the alien creatures with precision.