Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Not so remarkable; he planned to stand where she’d lain, two feet on her grave. But incoherent misunderstanding ruled. He feasted. She rose.

Remarkably alive, she who had died, returned from her recent grave, incoherent as ever. I still couldn’t understand a word, which was why...

You must have wonderful flowers in your yard said my friend, but I don’t. I just photograph each one as it appears and post it on Instagram.

Misreading Facebook: groups make it easier to share with friends, family & termites. But are termites really a team? Friend or foe, or both?

Betwixt the planets & the stars, a darkness waits with beating heart, narrating time itself betwixt the ending & the start; ‘tis not so far.

Sometimes he worried she’d talk him to death, going on about planets and stars, then betwixt one word & next, his alien talked him to death.