How it’s here puzzles him— here under exhibit glass and lights, his old, lost marbles taw?!
A wintering of her mind churns the gone familiars of ninety-two years? Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt cyclone.
Blind old man, living alone in the nursing home could see but only a girl, smiling in shadows In response to the ragtime community prompt remember.
“Remember Di Whilsawl?” Brent said. “You mean that hottie who was here Junior year?” Ferdie perked up. “Yeah, I think Junior.” “ooohweee,” Ferdie said, “when she walked, she WALKED.” He swung his shoulders. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” Gail said. “There isn’t anything either of you could say about her except she had tits and a can … Continue reading The Sandbox of Old High School Memories
The word "haul" reminds me of Maine, a place I have never been, and California, a place I visited once because I was in love, and Arizona, a place where I worked out of the back of a hotel for the Feds, and Maryland, a place I lived for many, many years. Most of us … Continue reading Hogs to Houston