My whole Sunday has passed in torment and hell.
I waited for Optimum to ring the bell.
I’ve been in hell for a week already.
This is not me being mean or petty.
No phone or internet for a week.
I’ve been so upset I couldn’t sleep.
Many hours later, I heard the news.
No one was coming to relieve my blues.
They might return Tuesday or maybe not.
Who needs the internet on days so hot?
“Death to Optimum,” I say.
Time is past for them to pay.
Blood will fall if they don’t fix their mistakes.
I can see a few heads sitting on stakes.
Come visit Oasis, Florida. Its picturesque streets wind through the pretty town. Its coastline offers white-sand beaches. Its waters are calm and peaceful. During the daytime. At night, dark shadows roam the streets looking for victims. Secret parties are held in the mansions on the hill. Who is behind the murders and disappearances?
Read The Dead Game and find out.
It’s cold outside. The rain is falling. Predictions are for snow flurries. More cold is coming.
Who wants to be far away somewhere? On a tropical island, eating in a restaurant hanging from a tree. Sounds good? Sounds great to me. I just need a ticket and I’m there, bags all packed. No ticket is coming my way. Oh well! I’ll just suffer in silence. Well, not really silence. I’m never silent.