Extra-fresh new note: As evidenced by the latest string of posts here at Bonnywood, I’m definitely in a Memory Lane Mood, tinkering about with older stories. Today’s feature on the remodeled buffet line was last fiddled with roughly four years ago, during the Fourth of July weekend, thus […]
Explanatory Note: From time to time (and it’s been years since I’ve done such), I run a “writing challenge” wherein participants are given a unique set of three words around which they should compose a story or poem or photo series, whatever moves them. Once the contributions have […]
8 Points of Consideration whilst reviewing this 1948 publicity still of Jane Greer: 1. What’s the oddly-placed tassel all about, dangling amidst her searchlights? Does she inflate when you pull it? Do you get a refund if she doesn’t? (The Tassel: “I really should have paid more attention […]
Hyacinth Macaw, prosecuting attorney and generally unpleasant person, stood up at her document-laden table and made an announcement: “I’m ready to cross-examine the witness on the stand.” Judge Pearline Soufflé did not stand up at her hand-carved bench, one that was not laden with anything because she was […]
Greta, the wife, left: “Is this what it’s come to, with this massive table representing the distance in our marriage?” Felix, the servant, fiddling with who knows what, center, whispering: “Girl, don’t poke the bear. You know he has unregulated testosterone issues.” Anders, husband, possible bear, right: “Whatever […]
Amazon Operator: “How may I direct your call?” Katharine: “I need to speak with someone about my order.” Operator: “May I ask about the nature of your concern?” Katharine: “They sent me the wrong thing, that’s my concern.” Operator: “I see. And what were you expecting to get?” […]
Clara’s Diary: December 24th, late. So I met this guy. I was at a bar in West Hollywood, that part of town where all the set decorators live. I really only went in there because I really needed to pee. We’d been to the Cocoanut Grove earlier, and […]
As he tossed and turned, covered in a light sweat, the writer had a fever dream wherein, late one dark and stormy night, certain correspondents knocked on the door at Bonnywood Manor, demanding entry and entertainment and booze. The writer sighed (inwardly), smiled graciously (outwardly), and turned to […]
This is the continuation of a story that starts here… Inigo Flamboya and Monsieur Fromage continued to stare at the hybrid vehicle wherein which resided (rumor had it) a pregnant woman who was about to uptick the global population at a really inconsiderate time. Base on the agonized […]
Well, since we’re just mere days away, I thought I should drag out a few Halloween posts… Carole first realized that perhaps she had gotten off at the wrong subway stop when that whiny little girl from The Exorcist began waving about an inverted crucifix. She braced herself […]
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