“You would think someone had died!” Mr. Morelli huffs in frustration. His upstairs neighbors are at it again today! Every day it was the same; yelling, crying, and moaning. Get a grip! Some of us are trying to enjoy our retirement down here! He pounds on his low ceiling. The pounds never seem to do… Continue reading Mr. Morelli’s Upstairs Neighbors
Author: singram1028
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
The Last Sunset at Depot Bay
I look up from my phone; I want to witness every minute of this, the last sunset at Depot Bay. Well, technically, the sun will still set again tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. As I like to tell Liza, the sun never really sets at all! The earth spins and… Continue reading The Last Sunset at Depot Bay
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
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
Apple Communion
My daughter walks over to me. I’m still lying in our hammock. When she reaches me, I slide over and sit in the hammock sideways, gesture with a head nod, wordlessly asking her if she wants to join me. She doesn’t of course. This is how it starts. It’s always the same. She walks over,… Continue reading Apple Communion
Prometheus 21 (a dream)
Early in the Prometheus 21’s mission, before his ‘accident,’ Jones had made a fuss, asking questions about exposure levels and radiation poisoning. Then Jones lost his right arm on one of the larger exterior service armatures and bleed to death in space. After that no one asked any more questions about radiation levels. We aren’t… Continue reading Prometheus 21 (a dream)
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
Charlie Bennett
Jill and Patrick feel that Elisa has been been making good progress under Dr. Steinway and, concerned that news of his accidental death might mean a setback in that progress, they are sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for their daughter to get home from school. They will break the news of… Continue reading Charlie Bennett
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
A Love Spell for Becky
“But you’re sure this will work, right?” Tom says, looking at the book’s illegible cover as his friend Alex stands by watching him. Alex is already shaving every day. Tom claims he only has to shave 1-2 a week but even that’s an exaggeration he tells his fellow Seniors at Princeton HS 334. Tom is… Continue reading A Love Spell for Becky
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
