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A Deal For Thought (Part 15)

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“Elizabeth, my heart will go on loving you for the rest of my days, but I’d trade them all up in a heartbeat just to share one more with you,” Buck says softly gazing out into the chilly sea beneath him. ~~~~ “Uh, sorry Captain, I didn’t quite catch that. Is everything alright?” The inquiring… Continue reading A Deal For Thought (Part 15)

Eddie and The Mr. E

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Eddie fervently sniffs the ground beneath him with his quivering little nose as he scampers across the damp forest floor pursuing a particular smell. He cannot quite place its significance, but its allure is irresistible. It is almost laced with the nostalgia of freshly-fried beetles, just like his mother used to make. The rain is… Continue reading Eddie and The Mr. E

Long Lost, But Not Forgotten (Part 14)

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*We are unavailable to take your call. Please leave a message. Thank you for calling.* BEEEEEEP. Um, hello there. Elizabeth? It’s me. I’m, uh, sorry it took me so long to reach out to you. It must have seemed like ages passed before you got this, since I’ve been gone for so long. I, um,… Continue reading Long Lost, But Not Forgotten (Part 14)

Elizabeth On The Precipice Of Choice (Part 13)

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How do you make a life-changing choice? Assuming we are lucky enough to know that it has the capacity of changing our life, that is. Your life can change with just the utterance of 7 words. One sentence. One moment. The gravity of that realization may make you stop and think about where you may… Continue reading Elizabeth On The Precipice Of Choice (Part 13)

A Young Buck In His Prime (Part 5)

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There was a time when Buck was not a towering 7-foot tall hulking mass of genetically mutated chicken feathers stuffed into a pirate vest, an overcoat and a tricorn. He used to be an attractive young man.  In fact, all the ladies, and even a handful of gents, would be swooning left and right trying… Continue reading A Young Buck In His Prime (Part 5)

A Cat’s Calling Unanswered

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In a forest clearing under the blinking stars on the night of the witch’s thirteenth birthday a cat emerges. With an air of importance he plods along through the rolling fog toward the center spotlight. The cat is as dark as the void is deep within its heart, waiting and yearning to be filled with… Continue reading A Cat’s Calling Unanswered