Twenty Miles Into Town

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Our reflections aren't seen only in a mirror.

Posted by William at 9:13 PM

Deposit

On my chest of drawers sits a small, black 35-year old bank book. Well, it turned 35 in February. It speaks for itself, really. A gestu...
Daddy, Watch.

The sepia tones awash in the setting sunlight. He steps back and says, “Daddy, watch.” There’s not a moment I don’t watch. Ta...
Peering through the Rearview

The rearview mirror filled with his smile and a quick wink. And like that I realize he's growing. In a few days, my son will start kinde...
Keep Quiet

"Keep quiet," I thought as I crawl quietly through the cemetery. The stars were breathtaking, but the cold bit my fingertips lik...
Falling Away

She looks uncertain under the right light. I've seen the look. An echo of her mother's, usually carrying a smirk. This time, humo...
Cleansed

All I really had wanted was to pop in the ear buds, turn on Bon Iver and get the job done. You see, I'm not particularly thrilled with t...
Annie

When I saw her, the drapes fell from my eyes. A universe unto my heart, unto my mind. She still sings my song.
Lil Sis

"Just take my hand, lil sis. I'll show you what I've learned."
Jammed

The day passes before I can look to see the sunlight. It's been that way lately. The lone illumination of the day sneaking through the b...
Here goes nothin'.

On a dare and a bit of inspiration I am spending the month of April in the A to Z blogging challenge. The hope is to use the month as a way ...

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