Winsome Images

January 7, 2018January 7, 2018 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 5 Comments

The Daily Post Prompt – Winsome

Winsome. This word gave me pause. I said it aloud and let it roll around on my tongue for a while. It is such an old-fashioned word, almost Victorian sounding to me. It means attractive; appealing in appearance or character; pleasant, delightful; suggesting a child-like charm.

It’s such a gentle word lost in the barrels of an ungentle, brutal world. I racked my brain for images. There are so many places across our lands I would describe as breathtaking, beautiful, stunning, magnificent, and majestic. Only a few images came to mind when I thought of this delightful word; the innocent, untarnished jewels of our existence.

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Busted

January 5, 2018January 5, 2018 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 2 Comments

The Daily Post Prompt – Viable

She took her shoes off, held her breath, and turned the key to the front door. It was dark downstairs except for the small lamp on the side table left of the stairs. The only sound, the faint ticking of the antique clock on the dining room mantel. She eased the door closed behind her and took the stairs on her tip-toes thankful her parents were asleep.

She turned the knob of her bedroom door and let out a sigh of relief. Home free.

“You better have a viable explanation for why you’re sneaking in this house at two AM, young lady. ”

Busted!

My Top Five Allergies to Avoid in 2018

January 5, 2018January 5, 2018 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 2 Comments

The Daily Post Prompt – Allergic (A reaction to or strong dislike)

When we hear someone is allergic to something, we tend to think of bee stings, medications, seasonal, or food allergies. But, I have another list. A whole new list of allergies. Below is my top-5 list of allergies and the things I plan to avoid in 2018!

Social Media Trolls– you know, those that have nothing good to say.
Fake News – Need I say more?
Stupid Movies – you know those that are all special effects and No plot.
Department Stores with Crazy Sales – Because sales bring out the crazies and I don’t do crowds.
Spicy Foods and Hollywood Actors – who think they’re multi-million dollar salaries, multi-million dollar homes, and poorly written movies make them smarter than the rest of us – both give me intense heartburn.

The Rookie’s Treat

January 3, 2018 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 9 Comments

The Daily Post Prompt – Treat

The young officer found a single object on which to focus. He’d heard it’d help him maintain composure at times like these. He wasn’t buying it, though and neither was his stomach.

The older, seasoned detective looked over his shoulder at the young man in the starched new blue uniform. “First one, huh, Rookie?”

“Yes, sir, “ the young man said, swallowing hard.

“Well, you’re in for a real treat, my young friend. He tossed a pair of latex gloves at his new partner, “No time like the present to learn the basics of a crime scene. Here, put these on, and come closer,” he said, crouching beside the still form. The woman, still dressed in her elegant, masked costume, lay on a bed of cigarette butts, fast food, and candy wrappers. Must have been some party. “See all this trash? Most of its recent. Looks like the lady interrupted a party, or coulda been, she was the party. You gonna need to bag every last one of these things for DNA. So, dig in.”

The young officer gulped, “Sir?” He stared wide-eyed at the older officers gloved hands as they reached forward, shining a light on the woman’s lifeless face.” He brushed the wet strings of hair from her grey face. He turned her head ever so slightly. “Find any identification?”

The young officer gulped. “No, sir… Cloudy, vacant, steel-grey eyes stared up at him, “none…” Too late.

“Aw, jeez, Mac!” The senior detective jumped back, his feet now splattered with his young mentor’s supper. “Get that greenhorn outta my crime scene.” He stared at his shoes and at the jumbled mess of evidence before him.” Damn rookies! And, swab his ass for DNA while you got him.”