Finding Time

He remembers. Riding in the back seat of their 1967 Chevrolet Bel Air. The windows slightly cracked, the cold fall and winter wind chilling him to his bones. Shivering, huddled in whatever sweater or jacket he was wearing. Isn’t that the way he thinks? Whenever a hot-blooded person meets a cold-blooded person; one of them… Continue reading Finding Time

On Writing – Part 1

I used to think that writers were born with ‘it.’ I used to think that if I wrote something or even (gasp!) published it online somewhere, that it had better be perfect! I used to think that to excel at writing I had to read all the ‘How-To’ books on Amazon first. Now I know… Continue reading On Writing – Part 1

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The Second Door

Occasionally the god idly thinks that it might be next. Though what the god meant by next, they could not say. Exhaling, the god sinks into the pose; the god’s body is a cacophony of pain; a quilt work of suffering, angst, and despair. People think being a god is easy, that you are omnipotent,… Continue reading The Second Door

By the Red Chair

“The fabric on that chair is red and blotchy,” I say. She ignores me of course. She’s ignored me since I first kneeled down here at her feet I don’t know how long ago. It’s been a while I’m certain of that much. It feels like hours, maybe longer. The whole time she’s has cried.… Continue reading By the Red Chair

SIRIRI

“No not that silly search engine thing! My acronym expands to ‘See It Re-remember It, Reclaim it!’” Harold says. Stephanie looks confused. “In other words, you can find whatever you lost if you remember where you saw it last?” Stephanie teases. “That’s brilliant dad! Really excellent work! Is it too late in the year for… Continue reading SIRIRI

Red or Black

(a dream) Which is negative, red or black? Had they actually asked him that? The twine is already starting to cut off the circulation and feeling in his hands and so Stephen isn’t sure. He hasn’t been sure of anything, not since Prague. I hope they didn’t grab her. The dark olive uniformed men (who… Continue reading Red or Black

A Cup of Joe

“I’m telling you, you’re seeing things! There’s nothing there! Just let it go already,” Terry says to me as she turns her attention back to her phone. “But I saw something, I know I did!” I say as I slowly pour the milk from my new coffee mug back into a tumbler. “Watch please.” I… Continue reading A Cup of Joe

The Wave Buddy 1000

“WHAT’S this? ‘The Wave Buddy 1000?’” he reads from the empty box on the kitchen island. Did you buy more stuff we don’t need?” he says. He picks up the gadget’s thin instruction manual and begins to skim it. She’s rooting around in the refrigerator. The gadget, sitting on the kitchen island, is a fine… Continue reading The Wave Buddy 1000