From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read. Brian always sighed when he thought of all of the knowledge denied to him because he was illiterate. He was successful, so people assumed that he could read, but because of the immense shame he... Continue Reading →
He noted the situation had become chucklesome. The police officer tried not to laugh, but watching the lady try to prove that she didn't need rescuing and could change the tire just as good as he could was hilarious. As she attempted to unscrew the lug nuts to take the flat tire off, her head... Continue Reading →
Cigar Bar Evening Lounge by Brent Lynch, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. Lush melodies drew her to the door of the lounge, the friendly smiles enticed her inside. The rain almost stopped her from going out for a little fun to counteract nearly eighty hours of work that week. She was, at best, a fringe member of... Continue Reading →
Meghan sat alone underneath the tree during the conference break, not interacting with the other attendees. She had been verecund since being constantly criticized by other students when she was still at school. A particular incident had remained fresh in her mind for all these years, one that nearly made her forever lose her faith... Continue Reading →
After the latest in a string of heartbreaks, Joe's mother told him, "Running after beautiful women will be your downfall, Joseph! Just find a good girl with high virtues and get married already!" Joe was trying not to listen to her advice, but the stridulations in her voice prevented him simply toning her out. He... Continue Reading →
Detective Chief Inspector Warren looked on the prisoner nicknamed among the cops as the Canary, whose real name was Wilton Marbury III. Wilton was spilling all of the supposed secrets of the latest bungled heist. But, DCI Warren wondered if they could believe anything the Canary said, as lying had passed as normal behavior for... Continue Reading →
Ronnie had spotted the wreckage of the small plane, and he'd called the Coast Guard to report it. He'd given all of the crucial information that allowed us to find it in the shallow waters. As we circled it in our boat, I wondered who the passengers had been and where they'd been headed when... Continue Reading →
Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea. The doctor had said that one more season on the fishing boat would be his last, so he settled in at home. Although I loved him, he wasn't an... Continue Reading →
Response to Mindlovemisery's Menagerie's First Line Friday, March 13. The prompt is in bold. This one was easy, as my husband went to sleep in the symphony and had to be removed. If the music didn’t get any better he was going to the take that pill Kelsey kept offering him. He couldn't abide classical music,... Continue Reading →
Photo by anouar olh on Pexels.com Jonathan, the boat owner, refused to join the us in the ocean, saying that he had too many daily chores to finish for such nonsense as enjoying himself. We were unhappy that he couldn't see that sometimes you have to put the concerns of daily life aside and just enjoy... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 