Toilet paper and beer

Yikes. Not only is Hurricane Irene projected to become a Category 3 or 4, at this point it’s projected to make landfall along the southeastern North Carolina coast on Saturday.

Uh.

That’s where I live, folks. Of course, during Irene’s touch-down I’m supposed to be on Cape Cod at my college girlfriends’ reunion, which has been in    [Continue reading]

Friday Flash Fiction -- a leetle bit late

I had this ready last Friday, but got waylaid by real life until now….

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“I personally think you’re nuts.”  He glanced away from her considerable bosom as he spoke.

“Coming from you, Jerry, I consider that high praise.”  She flicked her ash into his Blackberry and stood up.  “My new attorney will be in touch.”

“Tell him to    [Continue reading]

Flash Fiction with a Vengeance

“I don’t care if he is in the hospital. Serves him right. Thinks he can just ignore me — and when he’s working on my dime, too – ”

She snorted. “He’ll be the one who pays.”

“Shirley, I’m not sure I want to represent you in this matter. There    [Continue reading]

Friday Flash Haiku

Scrawled on a soggy scrap of paper at the beach yesterday:

Conf’rence call — cancelled.
Plan B: Pack lunch, grab suit, GO.
Low tide, warm waves. Bliss.