Author Evette Huck
“Gout is something you get if you’re a character in a Dickens novel!” said God. I met God in a small coffee shop in the early morning while I sipped on my coffee and ate a piece of lemon poppy… Continue Reading →
November 23, 1967 “Maybe I’ll just destroy them and never do it again.” Of what he had been speaking of, certainly nothing that fixed my mind in the mere direction of the entire thought, of the entire direction he aimed… Continue Reading →
“It’s not like it used to be… You can’t mess around anymore.”I hadn’t composed it in such a way,Of what his intentions had led to be when he had spoken.Was it fair play?Merely a temperate rustle that sprouted a smile… Continue Reading →
“Mutts” “So cute. . . but don’t come home with another dog.”She thrust the knife out in her hand,(Glinting.)Waving teasingly in replacement of her veiled irritation. No mutts.Not the soft whines from downstairs,Bouncing off the concrete walls ,The drags of… Continue Reading →
“How long are you willing to chill before you get it?“ “What? No. I need it now.” I hissed, leaning forward to get in a glare at his drooped head. “Like… Now, now. Not tomorrow, not in two hours. I… Continue Reading →
“You knew I was going to say something to you, right?”He spoke, his brush ever so gentle on the mend of my chin.There I sat,Staring at the man before me whose poised words had caged my apprehensionAt the very sound… Continue Reading →