Love
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The Lake
“Okay, kids,” Mother bellowed enthusiastically. “It’s time to go to the lake. Let’s get packing.” As a child, Mom’s momentous announcement could not have come sooner. The cabin at the lake was the quintessential vacation mecca developed specifically for a child’s imagination, enjoyment and physical restoration. A well-deserved summer vacation at Lake George was my… Continue reading
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The Lady in the Flopping Hat
Barreling in through the middle of Minoa, Art started to pump the brakes of his five window Ford Coupe. He couldn’t chance overheating them at this pace. The alley was quickly approaching but something had to be done to slow this behemoth rolling death trap. Bud’s face contorted and grimaced, as he instinctively slammed his… Continue reading
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Morning Kiss
As you wake upon your pillow, I tempt a bashful stare.With a blossomed heart of contentment,Your vision jolts me like a snare.With the Sun glistening through the linen curtains, The mist tendrils begin to rise.It’s warmth encapsulates the room, And sprites the rays within your eyes.Waking with the world that you inhabit, You stretch and… Continue reading
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For If It Is Me
For if it is me, who brushes the hair from her face;Then it should be me, that slows her life’s rapid pace For if it is me, who gives her strength and due solace;Then it should be me, who removes the pain and the malice For if it is me, who wraps her safe in… Continue reading
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When Negotiations Fail
With twelve years of experience under my belt, I considered myself an extremely adept and formidable negotiator of the highest order. Combined with two other agents, we had nearly forty years of combined training and real-world experience in the art of clandestine operations. Those skills were tested and refined constantly, especially when handling risky, volatile… Continue reading
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Unyielding Faith
I have always championed the sentiment that my parents were the epitome of “true and unyielding love”. They say memories become slightly misaligned from the actual truth of the events. That might be true, but if I am guilty of exaggeration, I make no apologies. I take satisfaction knowing that any exaggeration was skewed by… Continue reading
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Lost Goodbyes
I was twenty-one when word came from another airman that I was being summoned to the squadron commander. In my gut, I knew why I was being requested. I hastily packed my training books away and quick stepped to the administration wing. Within minutes, I was knocking on the side of the commander’s open door.… Continue reading
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