Two Sentence Tuesday #9

            Beneath his master's penetrating gaze, the apprentice wizard clumsily fumbled through the troublesome incantation. One cloud of acrid smoke later, the apprentice blushed with horror as his master's face had turned the color of raw sewage.

Dodged That Bullet

Dodged That Bullet

“Fare thee well,” she said,

Overdramatic hands, raised,

Flailing like ravens in flight.

“We might have been magical,

But that was a fantasy…

A childish dream.”

She disappeared through

An old, sagging door; it creaked

Closed in the face of a man.

He paused and gathered himself,

Counting cracks in the portal…

His smile growing.

Cloud Formations

Cloud Formations

A lion in the linoleum,

Castles in the coffee table,

I let my eyes wander

And let my mind run free.

Fabricating imagery

In my mind’s sharp eye.

Something from nothing,

To pass the ticking time.