Friday Fictioneer: 12/28/12

(Copyright Jean L. Hays) I love early morning coffee, and 708 Fulton Cafe is my favorite stop. They roast all their beans in house. No pre-made bags, every cup expertly made, and roasted to order. My favorite? The light roast for a smooth, mellow taste that eases me to pleasant, zen-like alertness. My problem? My … Continue reading Friday Fictioneer: 12/28/12

Son of Santa

Eric, the miracle child of the Claus's, in the tradition of his father, slung a brown leather sack over his shoulder, pulled on his Elven snow boots and set out to visit his friend Cready in his little cottage in the Elven suburb of Spotted Elephant. The North Pole had several Elven suburbs that surrounded … Continue reading Son of Santa

The Master

Friday Fictioneers 12/21/12 Photo- copyright Scott L. Vannatter This dinner gives me pause... Don't giggle! I know you think it's funny, but this is ridiculous! Your will is not yours now. You gave that up the moment you took me home. When I told you I wanted turkey tonight, I meant 6:00 sharp! Not 6:30, … Continue reading The Master

Empathy

Friday Fictioneer 12/14/12 Photo- copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy My kids got me a laptop for Christmas last year and I haven't really had too many problems until I got my Facebook page. It's really a neat idea. I can connect with old friends, but I can also get horrible viruses. I opened up a message from … Continue reading Empathy

Reality is a Construction

Reality is a construction of dos and don't, wills and won't, lines and boundaries, obstacles and quandaries.   What is real  and what is not? A line that's drawn and potential locked, buried inside  and left to rot, never remembered forever forgot.   A dream that died, never achieved. Spoken lies, that you believed. You … Continue reading Reality is a Construction