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

Morning Thoughts

The morning chill and hot coffee shook me awake. Walking Molly in the snow, her tiny paws crunch the powder. The kind of day where schools close and kids rejoice. A great time to stay in, be warm and write. Maybe.

50 Word Thursday #24

It has been awhile since I have had time to participate.  I have missed it.  The rules for 50 Word Thursday are simple.  You can base your story or poem, or whatever you choose to write, on either the pic above or the following phrase or both:  the fishing boats had returned from their morning runs;

Justification

“Darlin…”, the devil said, with a drawl so pronounced, you could smell mama’s chicken and okra on the stove, “…if we are not permitted on occasion, to bathe in the pools of self pity, lathering ourselves with the soothing essence of misery, while washing our hair in the effervescent pearls of despair, then what pray

Appalachian Gold

The wood, burning in the stove sends a slight crackle into the room. Steam rises invitingly, from the coffee cup, setting on the hand carved wooden table. It is a frosty morning in the hills. The mountain holds a treasure, coveted in this region. One that propels industry. Harvesting this dirty fuel, is never more