Incoherent Scribblings

Injured

“Why is my pinkie wet?” I thought to myself as I absent-mindedly rubbed my thumb over the nail of the smallest finger on my left hand. I glanced down and saw bright red blood had oozing from a gash near my nail-bed that had to have occurred moments before when I was trying to pry open the cardboard box containing toner for the printer.

Rumble

The rumble of his feline motor can be heard from far away. It grows louder as he comes closer and then seems to sputter for a moment as he searches me with his marble-like eyes. With a gentle pat on the head and a quick scratch behind the ears he fades into a soft, content purr, curls up next to me, and quickly falls asleep.

There is a barn brown bird on a thick black power line outside my bedroom window loudly scolding the curious calico cat sitting in the window watching him and wondering how she can make him into her next meal.

Iridescent Blue

The car was an iridescent blue that transformed into a metallic violet as it passed me and the setting sun reflected off its quarter panel.

School Bus

Today I saw a school bus in the parking lot and couldn’t help but imagine a giant Twinkie. It was the same shape and color and as I looked through the windows to the unfilled seats I thought of a time when I scooped all the filling out and left the center of the spongy cake empty and dark.

How do you describe fog without using a thousand and one clichés? I suppose you could say that this morning the fog was as thick as pea soup, but seeing as I have never seen nor eaten pea soup I am not sure about the accurateness of that cliché. The fog was pretty thick this morning, but to me it wasn’t thick enough to cut it with a knife.

One New Year’s Eve though I drove in a suffocating fog that made me feel like I was the only person on Earth. The headlights of my car bounced off the heavy vapor surrounding me and the ground-level clouds muffled sounds better than any sound studio could have.

The woman wore plastic-framed coral-colored eyeglasses that brought to mind an era of power suits with gigantic shoulder pads and hair styles that added at least two inches to one’s height. The woman’s small wrinkled face was dwarfed by the gigantic frames, but the apparent far-sightedness that the lenses were meant to correct magnified her eyes and gave them a buggy look.