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Hubby won’t grant divorce? Try a quick spritz of water on the front steps in sub-freezing temps. Works like a charm!
She put herself through college sharking pool. Then she met Bob, who thought he was a billiard king.
She got a loan for her last semester.
United Church of the Dead Splits Over Point of Doctrine: Frankenstein’s Monster–Zombie, or Animated Corpse? Brain Inserted, Not Eaten, Say Dissenters.
“That’s a scribble!” the teacher sneered. “Just a coil that goes down to a point.”
“It’s a tornado.”
Then came the roar and the siren.
His promise. His bungee cord. His lying, two-timing neck.
“They say the bugs will rule the earth someday.”
“Nonsense!” He slaps his neck and abandons his hammock, driven indoors, leaving the tea with the wasp on the rim.
Socks, tights, pants, shirt, sweater, muffler, hat, gloves, parka.
Summer in Antarctica.
Fruit of Love
When she kissed him, he turned red. He fell–fell hard.
She was the sun and he was her tomato.
Change of Seasons
The leaves were about to turn. So was the worm.
He breathed crisp air and plotted his revenge.
First Alison had a cold, then Louise, then Johnny, then Spike and Lady Margaret.
Sometimes, multiple personality disorder was no damn fun.
Wind howls down the chimney. There is no ash. There are no walls. There is only a chimney, and the wind.
Red, blue and yellow flutter on an evergreen.
The birds fly; the tree is bare..
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