
I look at a blinking cursor as the beating of the heart of my story. It’s up to me to keep it alive. – Ash

Hand me a pen, and I’ll give you emotion. – Ash
The blazing gunfight ended a few moments ago. Cindy-Anne and Darby sit on a small hill, smoke cigarettes, while trying to catch their breath, and silently scour the bodies spread out all over the property in relief. Young Darby purses his lips, puffs a big “O,” and breaks the blaring silence.
Cindy-Anne, you’re going to be the death of me you do know that? You’re lucky I showed up when I did.
Whatever, Darby. I was doing just fine before you came and ruined my fun. I had it under control.
Under control alright. Billy Watson was about five seconds away from blowing that pretty little head of yours clean off those pretty little shoulders. Missed that part, did ya? Well, I’m sure glad he did.
Continue reading “Story Jots # 17 – Shooting from the Hip”
hot enough to split rocks
though, that July’s breeze was nice
so you were serious, London Dock and lemonade
because some dude at the dive bar last night said it was good
became our drink of the summer didn’t it

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m checking in or is it chicken inn? A bit of both actually on this along-the-way walk Podcast. I also talk about using the universe for power and inspiration. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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