Microfiction – 025/365

What is this about? Bookstore Memories “When did that great old Coca-Cola sign disappear?” “You mean the one on the south side of the street?” “Yeah, near the Supply Sergeant.” “Man, I dunno. Years ago.” “That’s a shame.” “Tell me about it. You remember the old Pickwick Bookstore?” “Vaguely.” “At Las Palmas.” “Yeah.” “There was …

God May Be Your Copilot…

…But neither of you can park for shit: While certainly one of the least egregious of the legion of out-of-bounds parking tards I’ve had to deal with (in fact this car took the place of a far worse offender who we had towed last night), this Honda’s license plate just might make take the prize …

A Break In The Action

A bit of blue sky broke through early yesterday afternoon. Then it went away for the rest of the day (click to quadrify):

Microfiction – 024/365

What is this about? Inspired By Actual Events, Part II Biking home in the rain at night was foolish. Idiotic. Fourteen miles to ride and he was already fully saturated by the time he’d taken side roads to get off the gridlocked and waterlogged main avenues up to Ballona Creek where Sepulveda Boulevard passes over …

Microfiction – 023/365

What is this about? Breadcrumbs Blindfolded, bound , and shoved into the trunk 15 minutes earlier, Carl still knew that the vehicle was making a right on Western from Franklin and hoped that whoever’d kidnapped him would stay in Los Angeles. If they did at least he’d know where he was. But if they got …