Past Imperfect – #270

Michael: “My darling, isn’t it lovely, being out in here in the woods?” Liza: “Well, I suppose you could say that. But there is one thing that’s troubling me…” Michael, sighing: “I knew this day would come. But I can assure you that despite what you’ve heard at […]

Past Imperfect – #269

Bertram: “I really don’t care for this coffee table.” Beatrice: “Oh, really? You just don’t understand modern design, something you might have a better grasp of if you were weren’t constantly grasping a bottle of bourbon. That table is lovely.  It was created by an artist in Paris […]

Past Imperfect – #268

Photographer: “Inez, honey, could you put that down? Inez: “What? The book?” Photographer: “No, your…. why in the world are you even doing that?” Inez: “What? Reading?” Photographer, sighing: “Your leg, Inez.  Are you sending a signal to the Coast Guard?” Inez: “No, dear. The AC is out […]

Mea Culpa

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” “And how is that, my child?” “It’s been over a week since my last blog.” Silence on the other side of the confessional wall. “Father?” Throat clearing. Then, “Son, I’m not quite sure what this means, but I am here to […]