Comfort in methodical routines. Living each day by rote. Thoughtless actions on autopilot per prescribed directives. No responsibilities beyond the predictable scope. Until one day there’s a mental snag. Is this all there is? What if...? What if...? Is this complacency truly a sanctuary, or is it a prison dressed in the trappings of familiar … Continue reading Word of the Day: Complaisant
Ellison’s Quarter, Part 1
“Come on in and have a sink,” Gino instructed the sorry-looking man. Gino was known as the best bartending therapist in all of Ellison’s Quarter. His couch was so worn by the Quarter’s dejected cogs that one could only sink into it at this point. “I’ve just brewed a fresh bit of it, so give me a minute.”
Ivory Calla 