She pushed open the glass door, wrinkling her nose in distaste at the high pitched tinkle of the golden bell above her head, as it announced her presence. “Excuse me, you…behind the counter?” “Yes ma’am, how can I be of service?” He looked down his long nose through round spectacles. “I want one of those things for my husband.” “To which are you referring Ma’am?” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, one of those things tha...

My mouth starts to water as I see the waitress sauntering in my direction, my gaze fixed on the plate that becomes an extension of her hand. I can see a little piece of chocolate heaven peeking over the side as she draws closer. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she sets the culinary masterpiece before me and I drink in its beauty. The cut of the piece shows the brilliant confidence of the server, knife in hand, searching out the perfect dimension. The chocolate gives a burst of sce...

Insomnia swaggers into my room And lays down beside me Whispering of dreams I should be having… Tightening his ever present grip He suffocates me with wakefulness And throws sand in my eyes… Oh blackest night Tie me in the bed covers Dispel my misery… Minutes tick by He begins snoring My thoughts flutter out of reach…  

The rain pelted down on Lizzy’s head as the crowd gathered in the town square. She could see people waiting under overhanging roofs, standing on boxes, while others peered out windows, all trying to get a better view. What were they looking at? “Pa what’s all this for?” Lizzy asked “Hush child, hurry it up now.” He maneuvered her throughout the crowd, his great bulk, demanding attention. Lizzy looked around, trying to gather the meaning of the commotion. Wh...

I looked at my watch mid stride, not slowing for a moment as I walked over the concrete sidewalk. The busy street held none of my interest today, or the shop windows that beckoned my right side. Five more minutes and I would be late for my interview. I am one of those people who hate to be late. Most times when faced with an appointment of any kind I would arrive at least five minutes before, if not the more pleasing ten. Being late affects me, not like other people, for I have asked many and...

“How long has she been here?” Phil, the store manager asked jerking his thumb over his right shoulder and a row of books. Anna looked over to where Phil was indicating. She saw the familiar form of an old lady. Today she was wearing a black dress with small white polka dots; the neck was flowered by a collar of lace fastened with a coral cameo, she wore earrings to match. Her long grey hair was swept up into the regular chiffon, showing off her slender feminine neck. Sitting priml...

I work at the Colossal Dollar Store over on the north side of the city. It’s not a great job by any means but it gives me the spare spending money I need for the movies at the cinema and the ipod downloads that I enjoy. What is left over goes into a jar and eventually I hope to save enough for a car. That would save me from taking the bus and all the rigorous hand washing afterwards. Have you ever taken the bus? Wondered who has sat in the seat you are sitting in before you? If you have...

It was three in the morning when it began; I went outside to dispel tobacco into the wind, lighter in hand. I set myself on the wooden step that led to the patio. I lit the end of the cigarette and took a long drag. A sudden rush of adrenaline charged though my veins as I first heard the strum of the guitar, it sounded so close, all thought of the chilly April air vanished with the first note. I looked out in the backyard for the source of the sound but there was no one to be seen, and once I...

Death and his Cadillac On the top of the hill, across from Bowen Park, and beside one of the city’s cemeteries, a black and white two car garage stood. It was what most would call quaint. The old white brick complimenting the recent arrivals of the fuel pumps, not at all what you would expect with such a merge of the past and present. Perhaps it was the wooden garage doors painted with the ‘olde tyme’ lettering that gave the perception, tying everything together. Inside the...