Sunday, April 17, 2011

A Little Breeze, A Little Shade

It a Sunday afternoon. I'm still disappointed by a crappy run this morning. I pulled the muscle in my left calf last week pretty bad and even though it's still tight I wanted to run today. I was wrapping up the first half mile when my left calf decided it didn't want to be a muscle anymore and promptly exploded.

Back home was disappointing too. My wifi was annoyingly slow, there was nothing on TV, and boredom was creeping in.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Slight of Hand

There's a funny thing about writing and not writing. When you're doing either time disappears.
Here's a case in point. Your taking your first blurry, morning, slurp of coffee for the day. Eyes hardly open, head foggy with sleep and a single thought makes it through the haze, I'll write today.
Sounds good, right? You feel good about it because now you have a plan. Not a great plan, not much detail, but it's a plan.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Peer Pressure

"No," said Mark flatly. He handed the binoculars to Chris without looking away.

Chris snugged the eye pieces to his face and adjusted the focus, "I can't tell who's vision is getting worse, yours or mi...." His view came into sharp focus. He panned the binoculars in silence.

Beyond the Sea

Four days ago it was a dot on the horizon. Two days later the true horror of what Mark and Chris were looking at was revealed with the rising of the morning sun. Today there wasn't any need to use the binoculars.

Chris pushed his bare feet in the sand enjoying the warmth while listening to the crashing surf with closed eyes.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Winter Dead

Chris checks the straps on his backpack for the seventh time while looking out the window slit. 
Mark nudges the rows of magazines nestled in pockets across his chest making sure they can be grabbed without snagging on anything.