Picking Fruit

Picking Fruit

The place embodies or brings to life the definition of boredom. He spots a small statue. Reaching up, he gently palms the tiny genitalia as the entire piece, testis and all, crack and gently land in his hand. “What in all hell?” some southern lady in an over-sized hat exclaims with as much dignity as possible. “I …” he stammers as he whispers barely-audible expletives. Read more

Dialogue

Dialogue

I only eat breakfast on Mondays.

“Yea, I eat; I just prefer to eat more for sustenance, like breakfast foods. They’re heavy and take time to digest, so I’ll eat a big breakfast, say, on Monday mornings to get me through as much of my day before having to eat again.”

“God, I’m so fucking busy. Who has time to eat breakfast? Maybe, I’ll eat a good breakfast on maybe a Monday morning when I’m already up earlier cause I like to start my week off on the right foot.”

“Uh, no. Breakfast time is long gone by the time I get up. But Mondays are special. I’ll get up and meet my mom for breakfast cause she’s an early riser.”  Read more

‘Summer is here!’

‘Summer is here!’

She wailed and moaned and kicked and screamed as her mother attempted to get her out of bed. “The sun shines too bright and too early!” the girl exclaims. “Yes, because it’s summer,” her mother extols. “But I hate summer,” she cries. “No one hates summer,” her mother informs. “Well, then I’m no one,” the girl challenges. “Fine, be nobody and no one. What do I care?” the mother insists as she closes the door to the girl’s room. Read more

An Opening Passage

An Opening Passage

“A wise woman made a beeline to the shelf, poked her head down to examine the object more closely, stepped back, pointed, and promptly began criticizing the examined thing. And then the wise woman started to get this profound sense that none of this really matters.”

via the opening passage of my book Red & Blue Make Green [Available on Amazon]