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Trifextra Week Six weekend challenge. Using the prompt complete the following story in exactly 33 words. The prompt does not count towards the limit of 33. (more…)

carl’s father

Posted: January 19, 2012 in Fiction
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The bright sunshine filled the summer sky like a blessing. Carl wished he brought his Donald Duck sunglasses, but it was too late now. His father handed the tickets to a man in a blue-striped shirt. The man roughly ripped them in two and handed one half back to his father. “I’ll hold these for safekeeping,” he said evenly and took Carl’s hand in his.

They walked to an escalator, the tallest escalator Carl had even seen. As they began (more…)

at the stairs

Posted: December 28, 2011 in Fiction
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She said meet her at the stairs. Meet after the bars closed, after the last street wanderers slipped away into the night.

She said meet her at the stairs. Meet at the only place in this pitiful excuse of a city that reminds her of that romantic European spot, the place it started all those years ago.

She said (more…)

I don’t know what you’ve heard about the circumstances surrounding my birth, but if it’s anything like what I’ve heard, we need to talk. Well, I’ll talk and you listen. Actually, I’ll write, you read. Most of what has been published, presented and preached as the ‘gospel’ truth regarding my life is, well, let’s just say it ain’t something those four dudes in the New Testament might consider worthy of their gospels. Then again, who really knows if the stories they wrote about the cuspy days of B.C.E./A.D. are anywhere near the truth? Who even knows if (more…)

At 1:15 a.m. the streets all look the same. She took the glass offered by…what was his name? Ken? Carl? It didn’t really matter. All that mattered was she was drinking a Cosmo while riding in a limo through Manhattan on her 21st birthday. The world outside passed like disjointed scenes from a movie.

She felt bad ditching her friends at the club, but (more…)

the lunch

Posted: November 5, 2011 in Fiction
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He didn’t need to see her. God, no. Yet he stood listening to that voice, that voice of yesterday, that voice of a thousand years ago, that voice which shattered his world. “Jake, I want to see you. Call me back. You know the old number.” Click. It was the sound of echoes. No identifying greeting, no ‘guess who’, no whispered code, no hesitation. And no hint of doubt he still had the old number.

I want to see you.

No, he didn’t need to see her. He didn’t need to see her for he knew exactly (more…)

trapeze artist

Posted: October 21, 2011 in Fiction
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Note: This was written a few years ago as a project for Utata.

The barren land stretches before him like a benediction. Gonzalez’s voice fills his head, tense and straddling the fine line between a plea and a reprimand. “You have to pull up, Captain! We’re coming in too low!” He ignores the warning. He knows exactly what to do and when to do it. Too soon and radar will flag them. Too late and they will be caught in a thermal wave. The timing must be perfect. That’s the thrill of it! (more…)

they will never know

Posted: September 15, 2011 in Fiction
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I read minds. It is one of my more brilliant talents, but no one here in the square knows that. They notice me, but I’m a passing consideration, almost invisible. Young or old, makes no difference. They see an old man eating chips in the Durham Markets and this fleeting thought comes to them: “Poor sod. Spends his days watching the world pass by. How sad and pathetic.” For that brief instant the young can’t hide their mocking scorn as easily as the older ones mask their pity. A long forgotten man, probably worked the mills, set out to pasture. That’s what they (more…)


Not now, not right when my show is coming on. Maybe if I pretend I don’t hear him, the meds will (more…)