Of Folly and Fault

 I lifted my trunk, letting a jet of water free and trumpeting in pleasure as it pattered and pittered amongst the murky water. “Coco!” Mother yelled angrily. “Have I not…

Day 23

“When the masks be stridin’, there’s no use in hidin’, for the white-coats will find you today.” “If they’re here it’s your turn, resist and you’ll burn, face it; you’re…

Lady Luck

“Action is to you.” The words cut through the constant slosh-slosh of the paddle wheels and several sets of eyes turn to you. A waft of smoke burns your lungs…

Eleanor

I lowered the binoculars. A sip of coffee did nothing to wash down the taste of my failed past, nor did it dissolve the knuckle-like mass growing in my stomach.…