ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Don't hate me because I'm crazy! [August 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (54) A Rose In Winter (Poetry) Love that never bloomed... written in 1991 about a relationship that wasn't meant to be. [253 words] About My Sisters (Poetry) Life is short... just ask Doc and Judith...I am very close to my sisters and wanted to pay tribute to them... [95 words] All Hallows Eve (Poetry) ....graveyard play. [72 words] Braided Belt From Hell (Short Stories) Frustration of trying to get to work on a rainy day... [393 words] Bruises (Poetry) [55 words] Buried Alive? (Poetry) Daylight dreaming and no way out. [89 words] Chest Of Pain (Poetry) What happened to me but not this bad to make me quit smoking... it stinks, but so did I then. [69 words] Daddy Where Art Thou? (Poetry) Poem about my daughter and her birth father.... [179 words] Dear Stepdad (Short Stories) A stepson realizes what it takes to be a caretaker. [256 words] Desk Lunch Part 1 (Short Stories) A middle aged sales rep deals with the confines of her life. [390 words] Desk Lunch Part 2 (Short Stories) The same but more.... [346 words] Desk Lunch Part 4 (Short Stories) On the way to postal... [303 words] Desk Lunch Part 5 (Short Stories) She has totally lost it, but you guess... [153 words] Desk Lunch Part 6 (Short Stories) Life goes on in the cubicle world... [136 words] Dragonfly Mile (Short Stories) Whimsical flight of fantasy reality as a young woman tries to find her lost... you tell me... [191 words] [Fantasy] Floaters (Poetry) Beware of things that fly peripherally... [118 words] Garden Of Bones (Poetry) What lies beneath the backyard? [107 words] Hothouse Lizards Part 2 (Novels) Voodoo, soul searching and Spanish moss.... [949 words] Hothouse Lizzards Part 1 (Short Stories) Voodoo, New Orleans, Spanish Moss, etc... all the things that everyone wants to read about... [2,641 words] [Horror] Howling Dog (Poetry) What I hear tonight with senses heightened... [107 words] Is It Real Or Is It Memorex? (Short Stories) You tell me... [82 words] It's That Time Of Year (Poetry) Memories, smells, sounds of Christmas to a young girl. [197 words] Looking At The Moon (Poetry) Waiting for my lover...I wrote this about 12 years ago and I gave it to my husband for Valentine's Day after we were married... [149 words] Madness Amongst The Dust (Poetry) Ssshhh! [81 words] Man And A Tree (Poetry) What happens in a relationship when a man tries to contain a woman and not let her be herself. [215 words] [Relationships] Mark Of The Beast Part Three (Short Stories) The saga continues with a gal stuck in Armageddon. [174 words] Mist Walkers (Short Stories) How I feel every time I visit a new cemetary... [112 words] Mold Or Old? (Poetry) A woman faces her fears of growing old... [116 words] My Curse (Poetry) A woman is plagued by other's sights... [266 words] Night In Antigua (Short Stories) Part one of a slighted warrior bent on revenge towards his derelict father... [194 words] Nightmare At Brushy Creek (Short Stories) While sleeping dreams become reality... [106 words] Nocturnal Juices (Poetry) Sexual demon encounter. [103 words] Procrastination 2003 (Poetry) Waiting can be the death of you. [87 words] Pull Of The Tides (Poetry) Lovers searching... who knows. [246 words] Roachtrap (Poetry) Like sticky glue the roach is caught! [125 words] Rutapottamus (Poetry) I think I saw a Rutapottamus... [114 words] Smoke Lover (Poetry) Hint of smoke, love ? [68 words] Take Me To The South (Poetry) Simple diddy re the South. [187 words] The Countess Of Storymania (Poetry) Everyone knows. [13 words] The Cubicle (Short Stories) Working in a box and what is does to the psyche... [104 words] The Evil Root (Short Stories) Manna Madness runs rampant. [165 words] The Hidden (Poetry) - [27 words] The Keepsake (Short Stories) Love Story... read and review... come one come all! [837 words] [Relationships] The Locket (Short Stories) You tell me.... Please read and review... feel free to comment! [880 words] The Lost Garden (Poetry) Lost History. [129 words] The Machine (Poetry) Sensitive abortion piece from the baby's viewpoint [160 words] The Mantel (Poetry) Leaving your heart on the mantel.... and more. [160 words] The Presidents (Poetry) Twisty and hidden.. You tell me.. I'll let you know if you're right. [122 words] The Talking House (Poetry) Echoes of old earth and stone.. are you listening? [107 words] The Tree Of Life (Poetry) I have a tree in my backyard that I'm sure is the center of the universe... There is a suburbia of animals et all living there... Please Read... [119 words] The Wooden Box (Short Stories) Lesson in shared grief through an antique box. [509 words] [Motivational] Tick Tock (Poetry) Betrayal.... [55 words] Wanderlust (Poetry) You guess... vampire... or lover??? [150 words] White White Wonderland (Poetry) A short poem scaling seasons from childhood to adult... [134 words] [Motivational]
Desk Lunch Part 3 D G Williford
She turned her legal pad and went over her to do list.
Who was she fooling? She couldn’t get all this done
by the end of the year, much less the end of the month.
Her boss was an anal perfectionist that belonged
in accounting, not sales.
Nothing was ever good enough for the prick.
She sucked up to him though and played nice nice at work.
But as soon as 6:00 p.m. rolled around, she was out
of there, a Marlboro Ultra Light in one hand and a glass
of Pinot Grigio in the other.
She was into reality shows, taking pictures of orbs in
cemeteries and Frappacinnos.
She stared back at her list, not seeing it.
She looked at the clock ticking away the
minutes in this piss ass job.
She saw Peaches walk by her office.
Peaches was pushing 50 and still wore her hair
below her shoulders in long red strands she had
dyed every six weeks. She had a white
streak in the front that she kept white.
It was her tacky trademark.
“Hey, what’s going on?” She screeched as she
looked down at her perfectly glued on Lee nails.
“Nothing much, just trying to make some sales,
another day another two cents.”
Everything about Peaches was tacky. She wore
fake eyelashes, fake nails,a fake mole
and had even been out with Trey.
They probably got along perfect because she
smelled like White Diamonds and Aqua Net hairspray.
Her fish and more was rumbling in her stomach.
Must be the tartar sauce.
Just as her cell and office phone rang simultaneously,
she had to run to the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later she was back at her desk
pushing aside Time Management and You,
Who Moved my Cheese and The One Minute Manager.
Who needed those piece of shit balderdash
books when you were getting
ready to do what she had in mind.
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