Moleskine Madness...Dog Waffles!

As he lay in the bed the whistle of the train blew hauntingly in the distance.

He had always lived by the train tracks and the old house was no exception.

When he was young the sound of the whistle would give him chills of excitement. There were places to go and explore, people on the move, and new consumables arriving continuously.

Now as he had grown older, the sound wasn't as evocative.

It became sad and more distant.

There were bodies on the train.

Dead bodies and lost souls.

And that was only the beginning.

Have a furry Friday!

Moleskine Madness...Forever Undead!

She was not pleased with the outcome of the meeting.

The coffee was cold and her manager was fat and bald.

It made her want to quit.

She couldn't do it though.

Her dog needed her and she loved her dog.

Have a theriffic Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Moldy Bites!

The conveyor belt moved in front of him.

He laughed.

Was this a metaphor of his existence?

Moving along at a slow steady pace.

The large cans of stewed tomatoes rode past him.

He needed a smoke.

It had to be break time.

It just had to be.

Have a meaningful Monday!

Moleskine Madness...Un Chien!

 

It was dark in the old shed.

That's where she was now.

Since Grandma came to stay; she was not allowed in the house.

She still had food, water, and a place to sleep.

The family was gone now.

The warmth.

Just the cold dark.

For now.

Have a thicker Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Fruit Cup!

He looked around and knew that he was lost.

The world had changed around him.

It had bright and noble goals but, a lack of gold.

The sheen of the life would never be what it intended.

If she had only been kind.

His death would have been different.

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