Microfiction – 057/365

What is this about? Miracle On The 101 Daniel’d been pushing the little hatchback southbound on the Hollywood Freeway just about as fast as she would go. So focused was he on getting to Jess’ apartment, when he finally picked up the police car’s lights flashing red and blue behind him he honestly didn’t know …

100.1

Nope, that’s not the number of my favorite FM radio station. That’s my temperature at the present.  In a replay of last week’s weird flash fever, I felt kinda punky achy all day at the office, but the fever didn’t really return full tilt until I was rolling home from a dentist appointment yesterday afternoon. …

Microfiction – 056/365

What is this about? Good Fences A tentative voice floated up to him. A woman’s voice, old, tough and raspy, from too many years of tobacco. “Who’s out here?” Kelly held his breath. In the silence, he heard the neighbor tromping around her back yard, and then there was the click of a flashlight that …

Umbrella Acacia, Serengeti

You don’t need me wasting keystrokes attempting to explain just how vast and magnificent Tanzania’s most famous national park is, when this picture will do just fine: (click to quadruplify)

Microfiction – 055/365

What is this about? Payback In hindsight it was a good lesson to learn earlier rather than later, that people who you think are your friends really are not. It was one taught quickly, too, with the slap of a hand. His teacher was Tony Sims, a ninth grader, who Bobby looked up to, being …

Chandler Bikeway Mural

(click to quadruplify) Snapped from the saddle Saturday biking back home from a trip to the Sherman Oaks batting cages with Blogdowntown’s Eric Richardson. Eric wisely opted to subway it back to town from the North Hollywood Red Line station. I on the otherhand didn’t and subsequently got drenched when the rains that weren’t supposed …

Microfiction – 054/365

What is this about? The Accidental Fugitive (Inspired by actual events) It would be an exaggeration to say he blew through the stop sign where Laverne t-bones into Duchess Street. Coasted would be a more appropiate description, but by the time he saw the patrol car on the other side of the intersection he was …