past the Rite Aid there was a woman exiting and a woman entering only the automatic door had shut and was un-responsive while both women took several steps back and forth surprised and unsure of what to do the door remained closed for the amount of time it took me to walk the distance of the
I They sat next to each other at the bar. Once their burgers arrived they each poured ketchup on their plates by expertly thumping at the number fifty-seven mark, and then neatly placing the cap back on the bottle and the bottle back in the caddy. In a delicate voice with carefully enunciated
Palm trees swayed through the windows of the van. Relentless sunshine bathed the countryside in brilliance. There were three rows of seats. She looked around at the other passengers. They chatted quietly and cheerfully; unsuspecting, she thought. The driver looked into his rear view mirror, but because of his reflective lenses, she could not
I hate the lady who wears a red wig and two black hats. She sits high, wooden and graceful. Her hair is a satin scarlet sheath that hangs seductively over one eye. Her face I can trace; carved mahogany, straight nose, sleek cheek bones, and lips which both pout and pucker. Necklaces cascade over her
Morgan Way was a dead end. The street led to a chain-link fence with a hole in it which opened to a cemetery. Teenagers would crawl through the opening with six packs and each other to learn about life and play among the dead. There were two buildings at the end of this street, one
In my dream I was running. I did not know where I was going or why I was running. I kept running. There was a dog behind me. His black fur glistened and his tongue lolled from his monstrous gaping fanged mouth as he panted and continued at a pace without falter. Blindly I stumbled
