Arms crossed he gazed intently as the aircraft took to the sky Too shocked to even mull; numbed to even wonder why; Now every recollection of Ash's face Would unmistakably trigger a grimace. (Word Count: 33) Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#109
Day: July 20, 2019
A Night for Chili Sauce
(Image Credit: Roger Bultot) Call it morbid coincidence or term it a contrivance of fate. But the setting could not have been more prosaic yet so profound. When the old security guard half staggered-half ambled towards the square, the damage was already done. The two shots that pierced the stillness of the night had found … Continue reading A Night for Chili Sauce