Ready for a time out she said to me, as the Revital began to drip repetitively through the bluish cord inside my body. Ten... Nine... Eight... The lights turned off and in my mind, I could recall nothing. Like a spreadsheet on the table laid out for all to see, I nervously faded into the… Continue reading EcT
I like doing number 5!!
“Cheers,” she says as she lowers her glass toward hell. “Cheers to an Honest Abe.” I shift my eyes in her direction as I watch her lift the tiny glass a few inches from the floor up to her pale lips. Bailey has been this way ever since the truth came out twelve season… Continue reading Last Call
I started writing a poem but then the metaphor was too beautiful and I got lost in the tranquility.