Interlude
Halfway into my first cup of coffee, laughter draws me to the window. It’s winter and the last storm left several feet of snow before it blew off to wreak … Continue reading Interlude
Author: Kelly Louise Allen
Laughing through life, one misplaced comma at a time.
Timber
Roxy, a 30-pound beagle-bull with a butter addiction, likes to tree bears. She imitates them. Stamping her front paws in the dirt and huffing until they disappear into the overhead … Continue reading Timber
Puddle Pirate
There are two reasons why I stood in a puddle like a well-trained spouse with ice water rushing over the tops of my boots to soak my feet. One – … Continue reading Puddle Pirate
Occupant Vs Resident
“Hey, Cookie Jar, git yurself back here.” I sigh and turn around. The pavement is cracked and dusty and the temperature has soared into the upper reaches of heat stroke. … Continue reading Occupant Vs Resident
Squelch it Bubba
It’s dark, it’s winter in Kodiak and I’ve just changed my tire when a burly figure emerges from the gloom. “The watch captain said to ride with you.” He … Continue reading Squelch it Bubba
Apples & Oranges
Deep predawn colors of ink and cobalt are streaked with yellow and magenta as I work my way down the narrow aisle of a Boeing 737 as it levels … Continue reading Apples & Oranges
Twisted Intentions
“Oooh,” moans Brat, clutching her chest and doubling over. “Oooh, oooh, oooh.” Brows raised, Beamer and I look at each other and then turn to stare at Brat. We’re in the middle … Continue reading Twisted Intentions
Toga Party
I eye the cocktail costume and shake my head. “Not my size.” I know the women in wardrobe and I’ve baked them cookies in exchange for the longest skirt … Continue reading Toga Party
Pig Boy
Elvis could’ve been a dealer. He had the look. He had the lip. He had the leer. As far as I know, Elvis never wore polyester in Pepto-Bismol pink. … Continue reading Pig Boy
Kelly Louise Allen 