Know your computer? No, not the one you bought at the Labor Day sale last month. The one you bought after the San Fransisco Giants won the World Series. No, not in 2012… in 2010. The one you have to restart sometimes just to get it to…
Inward-Facing Writers Posts
Quick editorial note… If you read my “About” page, you know that I will post on Wednesdays and Sundays. The Wednesday posts will be fiction, fictoir (a combo of fiction … Read more…
I tapped Snooze on my phone and rolled over. For the next nine minutes, I endeavored to erase the lyrics “And I’m not proud of my address, da da da, no post code envy” from my melon. Sorry, Lorde #muchrespect, but sometimes I need my melon for other things.
They arrived mid-summer.
No, not carrying a fruit basket, or even a bunch of bananas. They were somewhere on the fruit. In the fruit. Honestly, I have no idea how the heck they got in. But sometime in July they did, and they were still here a week and a few days into October.