Make Mine a Guinness

Pegman took a stroll around my favorite city, Dublin, and despite the beautiful and historically significant sites, the stick man found a Corona Light billboard. I try to be culturally sensitive but light beer in Ireland? Ridiculous! I will not drink Corona, not with my feet in sand, not with pesos in my hand. I... Continue Reading →

When Faith Becomes Grief

Thank you for the photo Dale Rogerson When Faith Becomes Grief by T. Delaplain The familiar incense of candle wax, smouldering wicks and desperation forced the bile to rise in my throat. It had been a routine operation, on a common ailment, on a run-of-the-mill day, yet here I am with my extraordinary grief. I... Continue Reading →

Integratron Me (Pegman Saw it Too)

Integratron Me by T. Delaplain "It is my sincere hope that you enjoyed the TED talk and our walk through the electrostatic arc. I expect you to feel renewed and invigorated from your resonance sound experience. Mr. Tassel, having recently returned from outer space will be available to answer all questions concerning cellular rejuvenation and... Continue Reading →

Sweet Success

Photo credit to Sandra Crook Sweet Success by T. Delaplain La señora swirled the last bubbles in her glass, "Imported," she purred with confidence ignoring the pistol at her temple. She surveyed the villa and its opulence with pride; some of it earned, some of it stolen, who knew the difference now. The guns had... Continue Reading →

What Pegman Saw : A Stray Kindness

Photo credit@  Google's Pegman took a walk in Edinburgh. For guidelines and rules for the What Pegman Saw weekly writing prompt, visit the home page. I rarely write a preface to my work and I never apologize for my muse (or my abuse of the word limit) but this fiction deals with a mature adult... Continue Reading →

The Theory of Pie: Start In the Center

Photo Credit at Roger Bultot The Theory of Pie: Start in the Center Jane pushed her fork through the buttery crust, separating each flaky layer with precision. "I always taste the center peak first, you cain't hide your mistakes there." The pippin was draped in syrup, cinnamon and an exotic spice Jane couldn't quite name.... Continue Reading →

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