the ugly writers

The Painting of Margaret

On precious occasions, Margaret will share with me stories of her childhood, her teen years and stories from as recent as 40 years ago. She is a walking, talking history lesson. All of her stories have a purpose.
the ugly writers

A Christmas Bout

Before I could get to the stairs Santa appeared in front of the fire place. He dropped his bag, it hit the floor with a soft thud, almost inaudible. A soft groan escaped his lips as he placed the palm of his hands on his lower back and stretched. He looked exhausted.
the ugly writers

gunpowder in an hourglass

Because my hourglass seemed full, I had not given thought, To cherish every grain within, a lesson just now taught. Like gunpowder, instead of sand, our time in little mounds A careless spark from destiny, releasing death’s dark hounds.