The Candy Striper

candyFrustrated in her search for a job that can tantalize her selective tastes, Zephyr searches NYC in hopes of finding something deliciously unique to captivate her attention. When she is slammed into the storefront window of an unconventional candy store by a bunch of overzealous customers, she finds out soon enough how satisfying the business and its delectable owner Tori truly are. The merge becomes a very sweet deal for both women and a honeyed partnership evolves. ADULT.

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Head Shot: Saints and Sinners

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All right, so I am headed up to heaven on this elevator when the reality is that I am lying on a gurney being rushed into the OR. The bright lights surrounding me could very well be like the ones you see when it’s time to leave this world. I don’t feel like my body is mine. My head feels too big. Way too big. I am having an out-of-body experience, but I can’t see myself.

A bunch of over-zealous robots in scrubs pick me up from the gurney and toss me onto an operation table. Yippee! Next time could we at least be at an amusement park? They’re not really robots, but since they’re all wearing masks and the same light green color, they all look the same to me—especially their automatic movements like they’ve done this a million times before.

“We’re losing her…”

My world goes dark.

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Not-so-quietly Thinking Inexplicable Thoughts

Inexplicable thoughts have been stimulating my mind practically forever. At a young age I kept a journal rather than share these thoughts with others. After all,  journals are for private thoughts–right? Well, other than the occasional curious family member or snooping friend, that is what I thought journals were intended for. Now I use a journal to scribble down ideas that have the potential of becoming a blog or even a manuscript that I can share with anyone interested in reading them. With a pen and paper in hand, I can practically write anywhere. Don’t worry… I won’t keep you honking in line when the light turns green, but don’t be surprised if I pull off the road into a parking lot so I can log my thoughts before they’re forgotten. By the time I get back on the road I will probably have thought of something new anyway… which reminds me, I need to check my tire pressure.