Ode to the Recluse
by Preston Brady III
She let the spider crawl up her arm. It looked harmless.
Before long there was no more air in the casket. The brown recluse expired, content in the dark space.
Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Goofy-Spoofy
Goofy-Spoofy
by Preston Brady III
His thoughts coalesced into a frankincense aroma. He realized he was funky, different from most.. I look at this big old world. He thought where exactly do I fit in. Mama used to say I have a bell bottom booty.. A bellbottom booty and a Paisley face. That was because of my pimples.. She also said I had elephant ears, but mama wasn’t always right. In fact, the last girlfriend I had said, I was cute in a goofy way. goofy-spoofy I’ll take what I can get. Today I have a simple goal: I wanna see a woman, I wanna smell a woman, a pretty woman who’s wearing patchouli. If I succeed by the end of the day, I’ll reward myself with a good juicy pepperoni pizza.
The pepperoni was crispy - almost burnt as I like it. The toasted garlic sizzled atop the little good-greasy discs. The last bite tasted like patchouli.
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It began to rain. Those swimming lessons paid off.
