Break From Reality. Daily.
Photo from private collection of Roy M. York Carl stood with his back to the wagon, raising his voice over the wind as he called to the house; a ramshackle building leaning slightly in the hazy Oklahoma sun. “Are you a comin’ or not?” He tried again and realized it was no use. The…
.gif image from Creative Commons, Amy Knepper October 16, 2014, 9:56PM: Charlie’s phone crackled. “Whattaya got, Charlie?” Charlie pressed the intercom button. “Riley, we have an unknown White Male, early fifties, unconscious, reeking of alcohol, apparently homeless. Some do-gooder called it in and the cops found him laying in a pile of cardboard and dirty…
Photo by Roy M. York, from his personal collection. She had talked him into going to a Hawai’ian festival on the mainland for the evening. As they sat listening to a band play native Hawai’ian music it brought back some fading memories. He sat back listening to the soft ring of the slack key guitar,…
Photo attributed to Daniel Case – Own work from Creative Commons I’m new at this, so I’ll be learning as we go along. I reserved this time spot not knowing what story preceded mine, and discovered afterwards that our stories, varied though they are, seem to have a common theme, even though a very different…
