Snapshot Story – A Long Awaited Journey

Airport lounges are funny places. Often hours are spent within them, thumb-twiddling the many many minutes away, reading a book, taking a nap, conversing with random strangers trying to sate the boredom nibbling away at your insides. Yet many of … Continue reading Snapshot Story – A Long Awaited Journey

Snapshot Stories – You

I love that you love what I love. A tongue twister less twisted for the fate it seeks. Magic stirs within the fire-pit of my prescient imaginings, teasing them out into the fabric of tender reality, full of wonder and warmth in the hope that I find you there, hand outstretched and a smile as wide as the fluttering excitement I feel within me as I cast the energy of the universe out to you, and draw you close in my mind and heart. Embers glowing brightly, reminiscent of moments shared within the stirrings of memory yet unfolding. Know that … Continue reading Snapshot Stories – You

Snapshot Stories – Cardboard Cut-out

If you’re going to throw a rock at me make sure you aim well. Be sure that I won’t catch it and throw it right back at you. Make sure you aim well and that you knock me from my high perch like a tin-can sitting on a fence. Take off your mask and show everyone your face so that your anonymity does not fail you, tell them your name, and be sure that you know before you pull back your arm, with the weight of that solid object gripped tight in your hand that as you swing, you commit. … Continue reading Snapshot Stories – Cardboard Cut-out

Snapshot Stories – The Incorrigible Mr. Andrews (Part Three)

Although this series of Snapshot stories is based on a real character, it is still a work of fiction and should be enjoyed as such. I enjoy writing them! — The connection is lost…beep…beep…beep, CLUNK! If I said everything I needed to say I might not need to say it ever again, and that to me would be a loss. I have gained over the weeks a sense of composure that I had before lacked. The artifice of my stereotypical ambivalence has caged me into retreat. I cannot think if I cannot speak, but I don’t want to speak if … Continue reading Snapshot Stories – The Incorrigible Mr. Andrews (Part Three)

Snapshot stories – The Ineffable Mr. Andrews (part two)

I see you here and I’m counting the minutes, tick-tock, tick-tock. I know I’ve got you in the palm of my hand as always, but I never know which way you’re going to go. I want to talk to you about stuff, but I never know how to approach you without making it sound like I’m chatting you up, or something. I’m a bit sheepish and dog-eared like that. I’m busy but I want to stop and chat, find out what you’ve been doing with your day. Married people do that, but we’re not married! I don’t even really know what you look … Continue reading Snapshot stories – The Ineffable Mr. Andrews (part two)

Snap-shot Stories – The Infallible Mr. Andrews (part one)

If I could measure my life against the worth of your wisdom, I would indeed be saved from all this pain. Leading me away as you do upon a merry path, I am apt to forget what I came here for. You are not the cause, and I know that you mean well. You are but the instigator of the charge that leads me else-where when I should be here and present with the life that I know I have. But I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to go knowing that I have wronged you in some … Continue reading Snap-shot Stories – The Infallible Mr. Andrews (part one)