Fancy Fancy

I generally don’t use public bathrooms.  Unless I really have to.  I’m just kind of OCD that way.  But the other day, for the first time, I used the bathroom in the laundromat.  Shock City.  I never imagined that a laundromat would have a fancy bathroom for the ladies.  (I have no idea what the … Continue reading Fancy Fancy


“Sorry, old girl,” I said to [my bicycle] Gladys in the gray dishwater light of early morning, “but I have to leave you at home.” I could see that she was disappointed, even though she managed to put on a brave face. “I need you to stay here as a decoy,” I whispered. “When they … Continue reading Abandonment