Photo #5
1. From under the earth came the creatures, frozen in time. They were as they had always been. Beastly. Giant. Famished.
2.
Across the lawn he saw a bovine tread. Naturally, the sheriff assumed
he had too much whiskey. But one thing does not invalidate the other,
does it?
3. She heard that he barreled down the street with a butcher knife, trying to stab her mother. Only they used the word kill.
4. Once I babysat for a reporter. She stayed out all night when Mike Wallace came to town. Her kitchen was filthy.
5. There was a woman named Corrine who was married to a man named
Terry. Their son, Jason, lived under the same roof. She was a belly
dancer with snakes. All of us liked to listen to Pink Floyd.
6.
Bruce had special needs. Only we just called him slow. He smashed a grey
kitten by folding it up in the sleep away. It was an accident.
7. Django got his head smashed in by a car. We buried him in front
of the shed we called a garage with cat toys and food. Almost Egyptian.
8. The twins had hair so curly it looked fake. Everyone asked me about it always.
9. The sound of rain is comforting. The sound of wind and rain is
exciting. The sound of thunder along with wind and rain is frightening.
10.
The creatures don't recognize the world which moved on without them. It
is hard. Unnatural. The sound of heels clicking on the gravelly
sidewalk confuses them.
11. I never learned to tap dance.
12. A perfectly centered spider waits in the arched entry way between two rooms.
13.
In some circumstances mud can be inviting - clam digging on the Puget
Sound, for instance. The sucking down of ones boot is hilarious. Other
times, it's a reminder of disaster, dirty and foreboding.
14. I am waiting for my parents to die, one after the other. I imagine how I will feel when this happens.
15. Because they are used to illusions of all kinds, the people in the city don't notice the monsters; this is mistake.
16. One hopes that the earth will decompose and recompose herself someday.
17. He never saw a cow on the lawn again, much to the chagrin of his children.
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