Delbert stood across the street, staring at the lawn and flowers in front of his Dunsel Domicile. Its shingled evergreen roof complimented the two story dwelling, constructed around a massive analog clock. The enormous hands of the clock made from antique brass, stood frozen around roman numerals. Since the ability to read analog clocks was long forgotten by most, and…
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Crimson Whispers
Crimson Whispers is my descriptive term for a fictional story about bidding for digital artwork. The image is the work of my talented friend Victor Kates. Inside The Pushkin State Gallery of Fine Arts, Moscow: The gallery was a hush of silent whispers and hand signals as the bidding began on canvas, metal, and stone sculptures. The artistry came from…
A New Year
My writing group chose the prompt: The Start Of The New Year. Here’s what I came up with: The aroma of pine needles stubbornly clung to the air, a ghost of Christmas past. January had arrived, cloaked in fog and silence, a stark contrast to the snowy merriment of December. Amelia was taking down the last of the holiday decorations…
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