Monday, December 30, 2013

Thick-Skulled

   Chuckles, the dog never actually learned that we took out the doggie door.  He just kept banging his head into solid wood.  Sure, he'd eventually whimper for us to let him out, but he couldn't quite catch on to what was happening.
   He should have--there's no explanation why he hasn't, but there it is.
   We keep thinking of ways to help him, but nothing ever seems to work.

Monday, December 23, 2013

Good Morning, My Darling

   "AHHH!  Oh, God!  I'm hideous!"
   Servants rushed about searching for something--anything!--to quell the storm.
   "How can I ever be seen in public again?!"
   "Now, ma'am.  There is nothing wrong with your face or figure," reported Lady Felina's handmaiden.
   "Nothing?  Nothing!  Oh, everything is wrong!  My eyes are swollen and puffy, my skin blotchy, my hands cracked, and I'm bloated!"
   At the door, her Lord's strained smile tightened. 

Monday, December 16, 2013

Let's Let Bygones be Bygones

   Samuel awoke with a start, reaching for his silent alarm clock, and he squinted the red-glowing numbers into focus.  Five-forty.  He had been restless all night; the last thing he needed was to be late to breakfast with Alice.
   How he was going to explain to her that he impregnated his ex-wife, he didn't know.  It terrified him.  He just hoped she would hear him out.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Can't Be Tamed

   A man with yellow-green eyes squeezed through the mass of people on the dance floor, trying to reach the slender brunette at the bar.  
   She had her back, half-bared, facing him.  With each twirl of her martini glass, the tiger on her shoulder blade came alive.
   She spun when the man put his hand on her.  Their eyes burned bright with anger.
   "You're coming home right now."

Monday, December 2, 2013

Dead in the Night

   "I wish she would just frick'n grow up.  If she doesn't have the balls to show up and face me, just say it!"
   An agitated shadow faced left and then right, fighting with itself and darkness, along the cement floor of a three-story parking garage.
   "I don't need anyone wasting my time."
   "Good, neither do I."  A voice answered.
   The pacing shadow spun, "You came--"
   Bullets rang out.