Another one from the travel archives, replete with dated cultural references… We were driving back from Santa Fe when it all went to hell, very quickly. I was in the driver’s seat, as it was my “turn”. We had been tag-teaming it every few hours or so since […]
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 […]
This is the continuation of a story that starts here… Monsieur Fromage was in a bit of a pickle. He had been given the simple task of greeting the guests invited to Stabbington Abbey for the annual All Hallows Eve Dinner Party and Possible Bacchanalia. Well, perhaps […]
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 […]
It was a dark and Stormy Daniels night, 1927. Thunder cracked and lightning rolled as a small caravan of dripping cars entered the circular drive in front of the oldest building at the Bonnywood Manor enclave, an immense mansion that reeked of old money and ancient plumbing. If […]
Dear Friends (some of whom apparently consider me a sociopath, but in a pleasant sort of way), I always get great satisfaction out of reading the comments on my posts, but I must say that the responses on yesterday’s bit of scribbling exceeded my already-high expectations. Something aligned […]
Hey, folks. Just a quick post to say that I’m finally back from our adventure at Hidden Valley Ranch near Pecos, New Mexico. It was a hoot and I loved every minute of it. (Well, except for that one minute when I nearly perished in an unsatisfying manner, […]
Giselle, on the Right: “Whatever are you working on, darling?” Veronique, on the Left: “Oh, I’m just jotting down a few notes for when the police arrive. Don’t mind me.” Giselle: “The police? That seems rather intrusive. Why on earth would they do that?” Veronique: “Well, I did […]
There was a gasp in the courtroom, followed by silence. All eyes turned toward the judge, curious as to how she might take that last remark. Ima Beansprout sighed, took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes, then turned to the defendant in the witness box, clearly not satisfied […]
Lady on the Left: “Wow. That’s some really interesting needlepoint you’re doing there.” Lady on the Right: “Why, thank you. I’m making a commemorative swatch of the night I killed my husband.” Left: “How fascinating. May I ask a question?” Right: “Of course. I just admitted to taking […]
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