The ball sailed through the air in slow motion. Faster than either of us caught in that horrible time warp of fear.
The cracks in the glass just appeared. Like lightning shattering a clear night sky.
After staring at each other for an eternity, we set to work with the tape. If we did it just right, no one would notice. It was a good job, too. It must have been. We used the whole roll of tape before stepping back, satisfied with our handiwork.
If we were having coffee, I wouldn’t tell you that the week was a busy one because who couldn’t say that? I would instead offer you a cup of something hot on this cold morning and we could talk. Maybe about where our warm weather went!
Earlier this week I was running and biking in 70 degree wonderfulness, and now we’re hanging in the 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s. I don’t know about you, but I’m not a fan of the cold and so it’s a good day to sleep in and drink coffee. If you happen to be one of those cold weather loving people, God bless you! I don’t know how you do it. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – 01-12-19”→
Rosie wrung her hands and began reaching before forcing a stop. She leaned back with a hint of a smile. Her cheeks bloomed red.
The game was simple. Everyone writes their wildest fantasies, pops ’em into the jar, and shakes ’em up. Then the “fun” starts. The fun was figuring out who matched what fantasy, one at a time, until they were all found out.
Rosie glanced at Ken. He smiled wide in return, a knowing twinkle in his eye.
This somehow calmed her.
“Everyone ready?” Barb asked before emptying her wine. “Time to play.”
If we were having coffee, we would be watching NFL playoff football and drinking some nice Seattle’s Best Breakfast Blend. Never mind that it’s nowhere near breakfast. I’ve also got a few different teas and some apple cider if that’s more your thing. What can I get you?
I’d tell you that it was a pretty good week as far as writing goes, with words being written almost every day. Friday is typically an off day for writing, as it tends to be busy at work and lots of times a night out for dinner or a movie. I’ve been writing during lunch at work, then coming home and trying to get a little more done at some point in the evening. With all the rain we’ve been having, there’s little else to do anyway. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Writing & Reading”→
If we were having coffee, I would be having hot apple cider. It’s good stuff. If you would like, I can get you a cup. Of course, I can put some coffee on, or heat some water for tea. Whatever you like. Make yourself comfortable, relax, and watch a little football.
This week has been great! I’ve been off, so that’s always good, and we’ve got Christmas behind us. Christmas is great and all, but man, it can be work. So now, we can look forward to the new year. 2019!
Randy woke as the thunder crashed to find himself strapped to the cold concrete of the mausoleum. He wished he could rub his aching back. Or just stretch, but rough rope cut into both wrist and ankle. A scream squeaked past strained vocal chords and trembling lips.
The gathered didn’t notice his struggles, their glazed eyes stared into the distance from within deep hoods.
Eyes he knew. These people bought his goats.
A smiling, dagger toting man approached the mausoleum.