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.


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….


“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.