Seven pigeons walked in circles on the concrete in front of Marley’s park bench and he just stared at them. He wanted to get to his bench, but he didn’t want to disturb the birds. They were going clockwise and he wondered if birds always circled in a clockwise fashion. Soon they began to pick up the pace. Their circles became more manic. Continue reading
Jenna and Brad slid down the frozen waterfall laughing, the Yeti watching them through the clear ice from inside his cave. They landed in the snow at the base of the waterfall and grabbed onto each other to kiss. Then Brad helped Jenna up and they stumbled off, Jenna’s thin wool-covered fingers grasping Brad’s big suede leather mitt.
The Yeti moved behind a wall of icicles. He broke a long one off, grasping it tightly in his three-fingered, furry hand. Nearby, Jenna pushed Brad against an icy rock wall and they kissed some more, caressing each other passionately. Soon their gloves were off and they slid their hands under each other’s parkas. “I can’t believe you…” Jenna whispered.
Jace, one of the richest men in Los Angeles, wore an impeccable suit, white and designed with such daring artistry and precision that people would not be able to take their eyes off it, or him. He never had to wait in any line when he wore the suit, or for any table in a restaurant. Attractive women often wanted to touch it and were thrilled by its certain magical softness. Other men often felt jealous but still could not help but study the jutting shoulders, the angled cut to the pockets.