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Audacious Notebook 01.30.19

January 30, 2019
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The snow brushed up against the window as the breath of the earth gasped. Delicate ice patterns traced across the clear canvas until it was frosted lace to view the world through. The cult of the Cobra lay coiled comfortably in the shabby chic living room. A crackling fire was well tended in the hearth. It was Tuesday, and Tuesdays are for backgammon. Karen had brought her famous Capri-Corn Salsa and Betty was trying a new recipe, Gemini Pie. One side was Key Lime and the other was Strawberry Rhubarb. If you didn’t slice just right the taste was… unexpected. Benny was just happy to have some people over to show off his decorating. He’d recently purchased a snakeskin sofa as a wink to his fellow cult members. He was disappointed in their reactions. Barely a meh between them. Judith refused to sit on it, calling is “sacrilegious” so she was perched on a reclaimed wood arm chair instead. She’d forget about her disdain within a month when she wears her new mink coat and doesn’t want it ruined by the rustic chair.

  • unexpected
  • decorating
  • capricorn
  • snow brush
  • cult of the cobra

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Audacious Notebook 01.17.19

January 17, 2019
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You can tell the broken homes. The copper taste of sadness hangs out front. Sometimes they are brand new and yet broken. The wizards who built them refused to install the souls properly. “Lack of funding” they call it. Worse yet are the flippered men. They drain the soul from an old home and then drink it from a mason jar. ‘Home Brew’ they call it with a wink, but they never smile when they say it. Even they aren’t willing to joke about their profane profession. Sometimes a home seems whole on paper. A family unloads to investigate and they skip through the hallways. Yes. They think. This could be it. Then they step out the back door and they catch the scent of copper. Their joy turns to unease. In the backyard they catch a glimpse of something twisted by the pool. A wisp of tragedy. They bundle up their children and flee. Leaving an exasperated realtor staring in surprise.

  • gracious
  • broken home
  • chest
  • twisted by the pool
  • copper

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