A.G.E's Joint

It was still overcast as they came out. Flurries dotted their faces as they came out of the diner. It was a little early for a big storm, but Chuck had seen it happen before. He saw she was shivering.  “Winter’s coming and anyone with sense has flown south.” “I guess I’m the crazy one. I flew north for the winter.” Leaning into the wind,  Debbie slipped her arms around his waist and laughed, He was smelly and pudgy. It didn’t matter so was she.“ I hope I don’t hit an iceberg .”  “I’ve got an extra jacket in the room if you need one.”  The offer told her what she needed to know. She was back in the saddle again. “You’re sweet.”  She pecked his cheek. "Let's get out of the wind." The pay-by-the-week place was next door. Come in for a spell and stay forever. Chuck slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open with a flourish. She could tell even in the dim light it was a typical setup. An unmade bed sat in the middle of the right wall, a cheap dresser to...

The diner could have been anywhere. This one was found while driving around East Jesus, New York. At least that's what this town seemed like to her. Thirty miles to go on the road trip from Hell. Traffic had been light on the overnight run.  Hot coffee wouldn’t hurt. Crossing the border during the busy part of the day was her plan, the guards wouldn’t ask questions. Debbie stumbled out of the car, dragging food wrappers along the way. The place was like the scarier areas in the desert, except colder. The parking lot was almost empty. A puddle reflected the snow-laden sky and the motel vacancy sign. Shivering, she pulled her jacket tighter and stepped in the door. Pink and white decorations dotted the counters, the remains of a Valentine party the night before. An ancient Wurlitzer  jukebox played caterwauling country tunes. Bacon, and the promise of more, tickled her nose. A big-haired waitress chewing gum nodded toward a line of stools against the front window. She went t...

Jive talkin’, wearing a disguise It is all you know You left your real self behind long ago. Like lavender in a bathroom Covering the smell of deceit And serve Chamomile tea To calm my nerves You ask me to trust But no more. I only verify your lies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Dave Coon Pic: Angel, death, lovers, winged serpent, alabaster, marble

"Am I Beautiful ?" He snored in the bed behind her, his scent permeating the room. The image in the mirror stared back. Nobody had watched me before. Now, I am watched. The hair was increasingly flecked with gray, but still long and shiny. She'd become thicker, no doubt about that. Belly like a bag of potatoes, butt like one of those rivet strips to let blind people know they've come to a curb. But the shape that drove men crazy was still there. The breasts were the most surprising. Soft and a little wrinkled, they still held their shape. She smiled and thought of last night. He'd come up behind her last night on the dock. She had been smoking, thinking of Julie Andrew's character in 10 who had been dumped for the Bathsheba on the beach. And here they were in Isle of Palms , away from the city that was so distracting. Was he thinking about doing the same? There was only so much she could do to keep her looks. As the chubby arms surrounded her, he ...

    Thick steam rose from the pebbled pavement in front of Tom’s Tiki. Random rainbows scattered here and there in the slanting afternoon sun. It was another typical Orlando summer day, but the afternoon Turkish baths still amazed him. Beginning as thin wisps, the clouds would expand out of invisible extruders, growing larger and darker as the morning rolled on. Gestation was completed right after lunch and nature’s tears would blind all that could see. He had always heard your watch could be set by them, but it wasn’t until he had spent a full summer that he realized it was true. Paradise? It had been for a while.    The bar was almost empty. Disappearing diamonds adorned the few cars in the lot. Cars played red light chicken on OBT just beyond the curb. The rain had chased the tourists into an early siesta and the chained drones hadn’t been let out of their cages yet. A bored barmaid lazily dried glasses in preparation for the evening, her tattooed arm...

In a conference room outside of Dallas, TX     OK, every one. Settle down and let’s get started. My name is Marty Mammon, Senior Demon Director of Sales and Compliance here at Devil’s Quill Communications. On behalf of our Chairman, Mr. Lucifer Beezlebub, we welcome you to your new adventure here at Devil’s Quill, or as we lovingly call it, DQ.   What’s that? No, you can’t have a Brazier Burger and a Mister Misty. Did this building look like a cow barn to you?    [With a bang and a puff of smoke, the questioner is transferred to another department]   Any more smart remarks? Thank you.    Anyway, you were specially selected to spend eternity with us in the compliance department. DQ has been a leader in soul marketing and testing for more than 5700 years. We take pride in our ability to get people to waste their wishes on wishing . Each of you has been selected for our program based on your ability to convince others to sell o...

In a non-descript suburban skyscraper outside Dallas, Tx… Rrrrinng Rrrrinng “Hello.   It’s a great night here at Devil’s Quill communications. If you are going through Hell, keep going!   My name is Bale, how may I help you?  Yes, we have specialized Wrath Telemarketing and E-marketing solutions to any annoying situation... You say your ex-wife did what?   Ran off with your best ex-friend Ray?... No, Sir.   We aren’t the company that handles adultery against spouses, that would be our affiliate Greener Pastures…She took the dog and kids, too? That is terrible! I’m so sorry, Sir.     Maybe could I interest you in our menu of wrath and false witness options?   We don’t do the violence ourselves, but several of our lying solutions have been known to end in the death of the recipient by playing on the human desire for control...How does it work?   We start with recorded life insurance pitches that emphasize the imm...

She felt dirty when the call came. Like a stain on the carpet that wouldn’t clean up.   And it was his fault. A sack of potatoes looked back from the mirror while she thought this. She never had been very pretty, and she certainly wasn’t pretty now.   Drooping breasts against a beach ball stomach. She took a slug from the pint and the tears came. Cheap booze is a false economy . She had read that somewhere. The voice began its litany: “It’s time. Kill him and kill me. It is the only way to end it.”   Maybe another drink would help. No. The fever kept rising as she applied her makeup.   She selected the silve r corset, rigged it could be tightened without help. The carbon colored stockings, held   with silk garters, were a garden design and didn’t stand out. A maroon chambray top, long black skirt and simple three inch black pumps rounded it out.   She put on a couple of bracelets and a spray of Obsession.   Before she put on the...