Wrong Shirt

Eddie loved darts, and he loved Las Vegas. He was lucky at anything he tried. Nothing could touch him. People tried to tell him not to make a target out of himself. They knew Vegas better than he did, but he didn’t listen. For a while Eddie’s attitude and charisma served him, but his ego would not allow him to see the warning signs in front of his face.

Reporters had quite a few laughs at Eddie’s expense for nearly two weeks. No one believed that his friends tried to tell him, but he just wouldn’t listen. One should never wear a roulette t-shirt to a drunken darts contest at a dive bar off the strip. 


Inspired by FOWC with Fandango – target

Perfect Memory

Malcolm and Peter relaxed by the fire and listened to the crackling of the wood. It had been a perfect weekend that seemed too good to be true. Peter found more wildlife in ten hours than he had all month and took enough photographs to fill an entire collection. Malcolm found his muse and thousands of words poured from his soul onto the page. Now, relaxing in the arms of their lover, the two drifted off to sleep.

Malcolm woke early the following morning and rubbed his eyes. The embers were still spreading their warmth as the morning sun rose. The knot in his chest that had been growing all weekend now constricted his throat. His bags were packed and he busied himself with his grandfather’s typewriter and filled pages.

As he neatly placed the pages in a box, he read the title one last time, “Lost Love: One Man’s Journey Through Grief.” He wiped the tears from his face, packed his story, collected his bags, and headed back down the mountain toward home.