TJ Muscaro

Stories from TJ Muscaro

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2016

They're right, you know.

The Future is a blank canvas

make it what you will.

 

I'm not afraid of the canvas.

I'm afraid of the supply shop.

The institution you pay 

for the watercolors

            the acrylics

            the oils

            the charcoal.

                        Always in short supply.

You're dragged in by anxious parents

shouting "my kingdom for a paintbrush!"

            Your Crayola 6-gun is worthless.

Monday, December 14th, 2015

 

            "Whacha doing there?"

            A chill shot through Ben's spine. He stood up straight slowly and put both hands on the roof of the Ford Galaxie as if he had a cop pointing the mouth of a pistol at his back. He heard slow, heavy footsteps coming up behind him. Fear and shame kept him from turning around.

            "Just going for a drive," he responded.

            "Really? Where you going?"

            "Uhh I haven't really decided yet."