Conversations

Blood on the Sidewalk

A Conversation “There’s blood on the sidewalk.” “A homeless guy got beat up.” “Shouldn’t that be washed off?” “Probably.” “Do we have anyone who cleans it up?” “He comes on Fridays.” “It’s been there two weeks.” “He must have taken the week off.” “It should be cleaned up. Should we call him?” “I was on vacation last week.” “But it looks bad.” “I can’t be here for everything.” “Listen, are we going to have to have…

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My Craft

A Diamond in Her Eye

[aesop_image imgwidth=”800″ img=”https://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/gangster-539993_1920.jpg” credit=”Pixabay” align=”left” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] “You’ll never get me to tell you where the jewels are,” the child said. She leaned back and smirked. Too much television, thought the inspector. He sat down across from her rattling the metal chair against the table in the interrogation room. The girl leaned forward. She glared at him. The stare-off went on for a few minutes until he leaned forward. The girl pushed back pinning her arms…

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Fish Tacos My Craft

A Visitor Awaits

  [aesop_image imgwidth=”700px” img=”https://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/death-1260480_1280.png” credit=”Pixabay” align=”center” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] Bolsón de Mapimí, Chihuahuan Desert, Old Mexico The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. – Eden Phillpotts The desert wind blew warm and dry across his face layering grit on his chapped lips. He dropped the square bottle to his mouth and let the agave drip down his chin. The cold air bit into his bones. He wrenched the long robe tighter…

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