Inheritance

What did Lohbado get when the old man died? Gold oozed from the dead man's head. Lohbado's eyes glazed over. He gazed into the distance and dreamed golden opportunity. Heroically, he would keep going and not collapse in sorrow. It was hard not to shed a tear to witness such strength. In that moment, Lohbado was a good example to us all.

Death of Grandfather

 

The characters on this site are imaginary. It's not autobiographical and resembles nobody. However, they are valuable stories in the struggle of good to overcome evil. Maybe this story is too shocking and you should read no further. The story underlines the importance of good and the futility of bad.

Grandmother's House

 

The spirit of Grandmother, in her pink gown, appeared in the window after Lohbado forced his way into the abandoned house, overlooking a lake in the bush. He hurried upstairs to a bedroom, the beds made up and dead flies on the pillow. 

Spaghetti for Lunch

 

Simplify everyday life, so that one day resembles, as much as possible, another. The sheer pressure of routine caused Lohbado's mind to dream, over spaghetti lunch, of Steve Wormsly's progress up Mount Venus in the fertile Cha region of the moist Po Valley. 

Halfway through this life, O!

 

Half way through this life, half way through a cup of coffee, did you hear the divine comedy in the brief silent holes in the wall of noise early Sunday morning at the corner cafe? The above picture is, like everything on this blog, a work in progress. Competed half way, thoughts and images, manifestation of something or other...