bric-a-brac —
one man's trash

bric-a-brac —
one man's trash
brick by brick
dismantling
history
The innkeeper nervously welcomed the stranger. "Pardon my ignorance, but you're our first guest of your, uh, type. Do you need..."
"Private stable is fine." The #centaur winked. "Somewhere I can relax and take off this stupid, man-shaped hat."
"How dreadful!" He stared at the collapsed building as rescuers cautiously approached. "How'm I supposed to #recoup my investment now?"
coyote tracks
unable to recoup
the cost of our chickens
the aftermath —
a final toast
to rocks and salt
cramming for a math test
I lose count of all
the coffee I drank
"I said I was sorry." The barbarian addressed his companion's back. "I just thought an extra diamond ring wouldn't do any harm."
The rogue turned and glared. "You should trust me to know how much I can #cram into a bag before it bursts."
Autumn chill —
a shudder
on Wall Street
"Atlas is so spoiled," Epimetheus grumbled. "The mortals don't rush to keep *us* happy, do they?"
"Jealous, brother?" Prometheus replied. "I don't see you offering to take his place."
"I #shudder at the thought."
"Exactly!"
nightmare fuel
the clink
of a cellar door
"Of course not," said the dragon. "It would be terribly rude of me to #gobble up a guest, even an uninvited one."
"That's... reassuring," the thief stammered, eyes fixed on the piranha tank.
early dinner rush
gobbling down
my turkey plate
"I finally did it!" the barbarian crowed, setting down his borrowed tools.
The rogue didn't look up from his book. "No need to #preen. The first lock's easy. Once you've opened them all—"
"I have."
"Oh. Hmph."
morning commute —
a vulture preening
in the sunshine
seemingly on the verge
of a breakthrough
the downy woodpecker