Tread lightly, take only pictures, leave only footprints.
There is a sensation in the fingertips. There is a raw measure of pleasurable pain. The skin it touches is hot from the rush of blood and bold exposure. The turn of a head, the turn of a heart is solid and heavy. He knows he can hold it there and be careful. But, the …
Continue reading "this will become a poem but for now it's just a story"
The place was not crowded. They found a place to sit on the outside patio. Marty was pleased that the stars were so clearly visible. Beth took a seat on the lower patio under the largest oak tree. The roots had raised the stone floor in places so Marty’s chair rested awkwardly on the broken …
Leslie walked out of the bathroom and stood by the bar. She knew what would happen. She knew Marty would leave soon as well as she knew that everyone would asked after her. As if she knew anything at all about Marty. Turned out she was right. Marty came straight out of the bathroom and …
Beth's first steps on the pavement brought her to one knee quickly. She did not stop to check but she could tell blood was already seeping. She fumbled with the keys, dropping them not once but twice. She just wanted in the car too badly. Once inside, she really began to cry. Deep sobs racked …
She ran so quickly from the building that she didn't notice the letter she dropped. The group at the table by the bar watched the unknown woman run back through the door. "What the hell was that?" Someone asked. It made them laugh at the frantic behavior - all of them except Marty. What they …
Dixie's Road Trip 