The barkeep removed his spectacles

A 'Drabble' "Who's the kid, Julius?" "That's Aldo, Boss. He worked for Marcus 'til his joint got shot up. His cocktails are the best around." "That so? Hey, kid - what's your specialty?" Bashfully, the little barkeep adjusted his spectacles. "Well, Sir, I've been working on something…" "Ok, Albert. Why doncha make me one? Maybe… Continue reading The barkeep removed his spectacles

Soaring out into the sky

Her father was a world-renowned yodeler from Switzerland; and her mother played electric guitar in a heavy metal band; but the child was born mute and would cringe at even the slightest noise. Considered a freak and largely ignored, she kept to her bedroom, magically bringing shadow-birds to life and sending them soaring out into… Continue reading Soaring out into the sky

Descend into the catacomb

Cowed into silence, those sitting around the circular table observed as the sorcerer raised the enchanted wine glass over the sleek surface and slowly turned it sideways. Water miraculously began pouring from the empty vessel, as the wizard inverted it fully and placed it at the center of the table. The crystalline liquid continued spreading,… Continue reading Descend into the catacomb

Her jade(d) eyes

The curse was purported to be unbreakable; but the minstrel winked at the princess with a mysterious confidence. "You hope to succeed where so many failed?" she asked dispassionately. "Very well. Which key will unlock my caged heart?" The bard looked past the keys hanging from the ceiling, directly into her jade(d) eyes, and pulled… Continue reading Her jade(d) eyes

The frigid dungeon laboratory

Sobbing, shoulders heaving, Taison stopped running upon reaching the forest's edge. Those wretched ghasts were tracking him somehow… They had to be. But how?What had the lich done to him? Calming himself, the cleric struggled to think back through the fog of images to his imprisonment in the frigid dungeon laboratory; what was it that… Continue reading The frigid dungeon laboratory

No family, no house, no money…

His oldest brother inherited the estate; their middle brother acquired the farm; but Marcus only got the old puss. Sighing sadly, Marcus walked to the back of the store, nearly tripping over the creature. "Damn it, Tom!" His life was shit. No family, no house, no money… just this part-time job. Not even a girlfriend.… Continue reading No family, no house, no money…

The piano ain’t got no wrong notes

Those who want to know what sound goes into my music should come to NY and open their ears.-Thelonius Monk (1917 – 1982) Son, I couldn't give you the recipe even if I wanted to. I compose my pieces with a formula that I created myself. The only cats worth anything are the cats that take… Continue reading The piano ain’t got no wrong notes

Naked and holding the umbrella

Even the cassava crop was dying. The colony couldn't last much longer. "Jack…" "No! She's too capricious!" "We've no choice! We must perform the ritual… Look… I'll… get the umbrella." Jack sighed, removed his clothing, and followed Isaac, now also naked and holding the umbrella. "Oh, Holy One," they intoned, "Please grant your playthings rain…"… Continue reading Naked and holding the umbrella