Escape

I can’t even get lost anymore… — I used to grab a coffee and fill up my Jeep Cherokee with a full tank of gas and drive north and try to deliberately get lost. I can easily get lost on roads I’m supposedly familiar with so this wasn’t terribly difficult. Some mechanism in my brain either cannot…

I pour another measure And clink glasses with regret, When I’ve had my way I’ll pour some more And drink it to forget. I stand with friends and comrades We’re all going to war, Against the tyranny of this life Until we hit the floor. I drink when I’m alone To…

Two boys get their revenge on the one who roped them into a crime they didn’t want to commit — The screech of metal on metal threw the occupants around the interior of the prison bus. Cries of injury and dismay echoed around the vehicle, quickly filling with gasoline fumes. Three injured guards got pulled from the bus. One row at a time, their colleagues freed the young men under…

Day three of the thirty-day writing challenge — I am on the last days of the medication that makes my brain so loopy. I still feel jittery and nauseous, but the spider bites are healing well. I am very grateful I did not have to go to the emergency room or have them debrided (removing damaged tissue). On…