I Resent You, Drat Little Button

A beautiful day, late afternoon as I write this.   It is Sunday, a roughed first drawing, result of my afternoon's endeavours, awaits my fine tuning.  Presently deserted on my drafting board, it patiently suffers my cold shoulder.  Turbulent...

Saturday Morning

She stepped into the shower and noticed the tiny white flecks on the shower walls. She thought... What are these dots? Scum? So much of it? Damn! Dear me, these walls need cleaning. I have been remiss in my duties. I am...

Who did it? Who made her that way?

Deflated, she sunk deeper into the sofa, an overstuffed leather sofa that had been part of her life... like forever. She was scrunched into the corner, her feet neatly tucked under her. This was a favourite place of hers. She enjoyed being drowned...