Some Like It Hot

   The fans have been running non-stop for over an hour and it’s still sweltering in the house. It’s hot in Tacoma. The famously rainy Pacific Northwest hasn’t given up any appreciable precipitation in weeks.  The lawn is yellow and crispy under my shoes. I throw up the windows at night; clamp them shut againContinue reading “Some Like It Hot”

The Spaniard’s Gold: Part 4

The wash twisted and dug deeper into the surrounding desert rock. Grace had increased the pace. Her feet pounded the fine sand, causing a shower of dust to billow up with each step. She could feel raindrops seep through her light clothing. Gathering winds started to blow. “What are we looking for?” Ingram yelled. “DoctorContinue reading “The Spaniard’s Gold: Part 4”

The Light and the Dark

Today is the shortest day of the year. It is the time of the year when darkness seems to close in around us. Its hard to feel motivated to do anything when the rain is pouring outside and the sun fades in the afternoon. The cold drives us into the cramped indoor where we finallyContinue reading “The Light and the Dark”

The Rain In Washington Falls Mainly On the Tulips

Washington is a beautiful state. It is lush and green; brimming with life. And there’s a reason for it. Washington is the rainiest place I have ever lived (recall that before this, I was in the high desert of Northern Arizona). There is a price for beauty — months of drizzle interspersed with torrential downpours.Continue reading “The Rain In Washington Falls Mainly On the Tulips”

The River and the Office Building

Here, at the bend in the Green River, the picnic tables sit inches above the rising waterline. The river is gorged with rain, hungrily bursting its banks. Trees that once clung to the fresh earth now seem planted in the swift current. Swallows flit in and out of a thicket of blackberry bushes, building a nestContinue reading “The River and the Office Building”

Dumpster Diving for Books

I’d like to preface this by saying I’m not a regular dumpster diver. I respect the sport, but never advanced beyond little league diving. I do have a bookcase, an inkjet printer and a slightly crooked desk map that were scavenged from the junk heap, but that’s beside the point. For the purposes of thisContinue reading “Dumpster Diving for Books”

Monsoon

In the arid Southwest, the weather is extreme. Storms build in minutes, catching drivers and hikers off guard. Roads become rivers; slot canyons flood. Hail crashes down from the sky; lights flicker. The monsoons bring life-giving rain in the driest months of summer, but with life comes danger. You can see black thunderheads form overContinue reading “Monsoon”

Flash Fiction Friday: Running Away

Rick didn’t start panicking until he was 40 miles away from Flagstaff. He was now 20 minutes late for work and driving 80 miles per hour in the opposite direction. He intended to go to into the office as usual, but the moment he got behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition;Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Running Away”

Winter Rains Fall

January is not a time for rain. Not in the mountains of Northern Arizona. January is a time for snow and ice, for freezing winds and frosty trees. But the rain came anyway. It turned the days grey and the nights cool. Gutters sloughed off their winter vestments of brittle ice. Running water collected inContinue reading “Winter Rains Fall”