Jim stands before the glass window and reflects upon how much he loves springtime.
Vibrant blooms of reds and purples, accompanied by waves of yellows and greens, vibrate across his field of vision.
He places a mug reading “World’s Best Allergist” upon his desk and asks the receptionist “Who’s first?”
Craig Holzschuh says, “Gesundheit and may the pollen counts be ever in your favor.“
The ropes have weathered and worn thin. Time has left them frayed and tattered.
They endure sunny days, scintillating heat waves, and frigid cold.
The tree which holds them has grown withered, rotten, and is rapidly dying.
In an attempt at rescue, the ropes are removed,
…and replaced with chains.
Craig is actually a happy clam of a man despite his tortured soul.
I never expected this when I left work early.
Two black women’s shoes and a stained blouse create landmarks across a trail of red smears.
“Daddy! I was playing dress up and mommy made chicken’s fingers and I got my own ketchup.”
Smiling, I kiss my daughter’s precious, tomato-covered cheek.
Craig would like to thank the creators of spell check,caffeine,and the English language. He is currently working on a fifty word story that will not use the same word twice.
Sometimes heralded by trumpet or the quacking of a duck, the phantom is released.
Mischievously, often maliciously, it materializes; only to be rebuked by coughing and the waving of hands.
Retreating into the fabric of both cushion and time, the ghost of wind past lurks, waiting to be released anew.
Craig spends his time avidly fishing for compliments and hunting for the right words. He has previously been published on fiftywordstories.com
Holding the balloon bouquet to his left hand, Nathan scans a paper which reads, “Thomas Allen Fitzgerald, three years old, car crash.“
Covering his pale skull with his hood he sighs, “I sure hope Tommy likes these.”
Nathan solemnly lifts a scythe from his car’s trunk and heads to work.
Craig has been published on fiftywordstories.com as well as in The Labyrinth. He can be reached via Facebook and has a WordPress blog that is sorely underused.
“Steef, plead case,” said the judge.
“Girac keep cave security deposit. Me want it back.”
“Girac, what is defense?”
“You honor, he paint buffalo on walls! Look, I paint them to show court.”
“Judge, want add copyright infringement to suit. Girac unlegally reproduce Steef paintings,” added Steef.
“Verdict for defense.”
Craig has previously been published on fiftywordstories.com and in The Labyrinth.
“Growing up I always had a bunk bed,” Frank said aloud. “Come to think of it, we had bunks at summer camp, too. Just the sight of them brings me back to happier times.” A big nostalgic grin bloomed across Fred’s face.
“All right, convicts. Lights out!” shouted the guard.
Craig writes in his free time for free. He’d listen to offers to change this.