PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie Miriam had been taught to take good care of her skin. She knew that sun, cheap soap, and crankiness would result in wrinkles, age spots, and blemishes. Miriam stood out in a crowd, especially at bingo. Although seventy, people said she looked forty. At the weekly bingo game, a middle-aged…
Category: fiction
Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019 — Double Double Cross
Photo by David Reed at Pixabay.com Double Double Cross Intel learned rebel HQ was in a bunker under the orchard. Double Agent Ripley led the raid team, in specialized helicopters. As they landed on the other side of the hill from the orchard, Ripley slit the pilot’s throat. The rebels waiting to begin their ambush…
Disneyland
image link It was September and cold weather wasn’t far away. Troy decided to convert his wood-burning fireplace into one that burned compressed sawdust chips for the coming winter. He went out to Klegslist looking for bargains on the chips to save even more money on heating his home this coming often sub-zero Michigan winter….
The Klutz
image link Chet was a klutz. It started in infancy when he dropped his baby bottle from the crib. Chet’s nanny came running and had the formula-saturated broken pieces of thick clear glass bagged and put into the bin in a jiffy. “Chetty, that’s the third bottle this week! What are we going to do…
Hungry (mature audiences only)
image link WARNING: THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR THOSE WITH PTSD Father Jones had been sent by the church to the far reaches of Alaska to convert the Alaskan population to Christianity. You see, Father Jones was a weak man. He’d been bounced from parish to parish for years, as his weakness of “infatuations” with…
Cry of the Loon
image link It was this time of year a few years ago when I decided to kayak around Emerald Lake. As I randomly explored some of the many inlets and small offshoots of the lake I heard a loon‘s call of distress nearby. Following the call, I found the pair, the brood of babies resting…
the cursed of the white house
The town hall clock struck midnight; ghouls clamored around the white house. The twelfth gong’s peal faded away; creaking echoed into silent darkness as the front door opened. Fluorescent green accented a stout figure who clomped onto the raised porch, its shellacked pompadour rising in the night like an unholy erection, belying the lack of…
Tao-Talk 