REFLECTIONS

There were four confessional areas built into the walls on each side of the church.  They had closed wooden doors flanked by deep purple curtains where the penitent would enter.  By looking closely, Tom could see that only one confessional was dimly lit.  Above the door was Father Alphonsus’ name engraved on a small rectangular wooden board that slid into a metal holder.  Tom pushed past the curtain.  Inside there was a padded wooden plank for kneeling facing a dark double-screened window that concealed the view. “Father Alphonsus, are you there?” Tom believed he saw a wood panel slide open removing one of the screens. He could see an obscure shadow on the other side of the screen. “Are you Father Alphonsus?  I need to talk with you about something which has me deeply troubled.” The shadow moved.  Then he heard an indistinct mumble or hum or rasping sound, which Tom assumed was the priest. “A friend recommended I see you about a problem I’m having.  You see I’m reading a

When Tom awoke, he was on his back.  Next to him on the ground was a woman lying on her side facing away from him.  He tried to get to his feet.  The road seemed to spin too much for him to endure.  He fell back down. He looked at his hands.  They were soaked in blood.  The taste of blood and bits of steak-like shreds were wedged between his teeth.  He explored the inside of his mouth with his tongue.  It felt like the remnants of some barely cooked steak.  He wiped the blood from his lips on the arm of his jacket staining it bright red. The story becomes bloodier. 

I remember how for Halloween some kids would fill an old sock with colored chalk pieces and break them into powder by hitting the sock on the ground.    If someone did not give out candy their sidewalk would be marked by large chalk spots.  It was harmless, a good rain or hosing would clean it all up. The older kids would sometimes hit the smaller children with a sock.  I remember how afraid we were that we might be hit.  It was more fright than pain. I found this video which is close to how we used to do it except that we did not use a grater, only the sidewalk. Here someone is trying to make money from such a simple project. Did you make "chalk socks" for Halloween when you were young?

  At first I wanted to disable her in order to preserve my privacy.  I was curious so I decided to try her out before doing do. Then I just could not put an end to her.  Besides, I have nothing much to hide anyway. I forgot to mention yesterday that you don't actually see her like this. She's only in my imagination. What Cortana would look like if she became an android someday.  I bet she can be programmed to cook and keep house. Between watching the Yankees post season baseball series and learning how to use Windows 10, I have not been able to do much blogging. Here's an interesting quote: "But her real standout characteristic, and the one Microsoft's betting heavily on, is the ability to strike up casual conversations with users; what Microsoft calls "chitchat."  ~Brad Molen

I don't know the name of this houseplant.  It did come with a tag explaining how to care for it but I lost it.  This is the first time it sprouted in the five years I've had it. The sprout from different angles: Up close: The stem is sticky. Some liquid is oozing from the flowers. Does anyone know what this plant is called?  When I did an image search on google it came back with "houseplant" then "flower"; not much help.