A.G.E's Joint

A waif floated on the screen. Flat hair, flat chest Line of beads in her hair Beige bustier washed out The girl next door The one you never see. If she’s someone’s dream He couldn’t see it. Next video, please. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Writer’s Choice Topic-The Girl Next Door Hard prompt-the color beige Easy- Waif Pic- Michelle King Pic guesses- Rocking pumpkin, Do the mash, Halloween, Hooked up.

"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 ...

I put the top down driving down 98 A dark cloud bank rolls offshore Moon-like dune shimmering in the dying light Unthinkable happenings in the coda of our lives Venus lays low to the Southwest Ghost ship lit by the storm sails Southeast I come to the pull-off and I stop Another memory hidden and revealed Climbing the soft sand I almost drop you But, I don’t. The fata morgana sails towards us And with a short prayer I commit you to the journey. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Dave Coon Pic- Christine Wichman Pic guesses: Storm (in blog), Lit (in blog), Lightning, Sky show, Blue, Indigo, dark (in blog),

What if there are no superheroes ? No hope Just dumb luck. Against the machinations of life? What if there are? Someone to take the responsibility away, Benevolent and all seeing. Willing to protect and take the blame A scapegoat chased out of the city. I don’t take drugs I am drugs Blowing visions across the sky Confusing the flock Guiding them to be sheared. Best Friend Park hadn’t changed much in twenty years. The copper infield was smooth as glass and the emerald turf immaculate thanks to Old Man Johnson. Life was simpler back then. Lt. Walter Murray was here to see his grandson play T-ball for the first time this season. The first three Saturday mornings he had to work. He was happy not to think of dead people and grieving victims. Robbery and Major Crimes, the shifts were consistent. Coaching ball and playing with his kids was possible. Homicide was another animal. No two cases were the same. Dealing in death was a 24/7 on call position. When Friday night’s damage was fo...