Joan: “Do you think the tree is a bit much?” Alfred: “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you over the crackling sounds of the plastic you insist be on these couches.” Joan: “The tree, darling. Is it overdone?” Alfred: “Compared to your acting? No.” Joan: “What could you possibly […]
Note: Since my recent post about a Taco Bell escapade proved to be mildly entertaining, I thought I’d dig another fast-food debacle out of the archives. By the way, PTO = Person Taking Order, the complete twit that has somehow been granted communication permissions at this establishment. […]
At first glance, it appeared that Frankie was merely walking across the kitchen toward the back door. On closer inspection, there were obvious signs he was mobilizing in that overly-relaxed saunter used universally by young men who are trying to appear nonchalant as they attempt to slip away […]
Old Absinthe Sign: “I am so tired of all these tourists in the French Quarter.” Bienville Street Sign: “Seriously? You’ve been here over two hundred years and you haven’t learned how to deal with it yet?” Absinthe: “You don’t understand. All these grimy rednecks come staggering in here, […]
We start out with Thomas tooling down some road, driving one of those old-school motorcycles with a sidecar thing. (I never understood those contraptions. If you need the extra seating, just get a car, right?) Anyway, Thomas and his odd trench-coat are driving up to a collection of […]
Cybele decided it was best to wear a simple, modest frock to the awards luncheon honoring the Charitable Sisters of Sacramento, as she didn’t want to take any attention away from the actual winners. Perhaps she would put on something a little more flashy for the after-hours party… […]
Poetry can be a delicate thing, with each word, even the placement of such words, often having a very specific reason for being. The balance can be fragile, easily tipped, yet very strong when rooted properly. Likewise, featuring the work of a poet has similar perils. The mere […]
As the evening waned, Melanie did have a few regrets. Perhaps she shouldn’t have chosen to wear ballet slippers with an outfit that strongly hinted of working on the serving line at Furr’s Cafeteria. She had initially found this ensemble to be saucily enticing, with its erotic subliminal […]
It all started rather innocently enough, as most things do. I was in the kitchen, feeling a slight twinge of domesticity struggling to get my attention. The actual mechanics of being domestic, particularly the bit about keeping the house nice and tidy, are things for which I have […]
As Mrs. Shawn rounded the corner into the living room, she finally began to understand why her son had never married…
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