Tag: short stories

#191 No Movies Today

  Joe asks Donna to go to the movies. She says, “I’m too tired to go, Joe.” But he finds out she isn’t too tired to go to see another man. Joe wants to say that’s all right, she has her reasons, but deep inside, he can’t ignore the truth. Anyone can see her priorities…




#188 It’s All Right

Last Saturday night I sat in the “Blue Note,” my favorite blues club, and listened to Leroy sing. “Shake that boogie, all right, I’m gonna find a wife. Shake that boogie, it’s all right with me.” I lit up a joint and passed it down the bar. “Somebody bought you a drink,” Squiggly the bartender…




#183 Puzzled

As a child I never questioned my existence. Questions like why never arose because I was so busy searching for food to eat, clothes to wear, or something exciting to do to make life worth living. I never gave a thought to the meaning of life, or anything else. I fought and struggled until I…




#175 Who’s the Man

#175 Who’s the Man? I grew up where men were men and women knew their place. My dear old Mom would never backtalk to Pa. She knew he would respond like a real man and slap her across the face. I saw him do it a few times, and I felt bad for her, but…




#172 An Occurrence at Prescott Public Library

#172  An Occurrence at Prescott Public Library   On the afternoon of Sunday, April 1, the cloud-filled sky emptied onto the desert, and as usual, the gloomy weather brought on my blues, changing my world, from a happy place to a dreary and god awful. As I drove to a meeting with my critique group…




#171 Internal Disintegrating Words from the Id

I’m usually a mellow guy and get along with most everyone. Sometimes, though, I come across a person who clashes with my energy field so much that being in the same room sets off sparks of animosity, hatred, violence, and vengeance. Ms. T. is one of those. The sight of her white hair and sardonically…




#168 Dream Train

#168 Dream Train Things happened when I was five that I can’t forget. When I go to bed, I try to think of something else, but a vision that’s always in my head appears. I see a steam engine with its whistle blowing, belching smoke and soot as it rolls down the tracks hauling a…




#164 Art

#163Art Being alone breeds discontent. If only I could find the right one, my life would be filled with joy. Love has eluded me and slipped away so many times before. Hope had disappeared because I was never smart enough to detect what was required to remain a duo. I always felt I needed more,…




#151 -2049

2049 I’m the first man ever to land on this beautiful azure blue world that’s almost four times as large as Earth. The bright yellow oceans are hard as steel. I look up to 13 brilliantly shining moons illuminating the thick atmospheric sky where floating clouds of ammonia, methane, water ice, and pressures millions of…




#144 Damn Nature

Damn Nature There’s not a cloud in sight in the smoggy-yellow L.A. sky as I drive along Century Boulevard in my Buick LaSabre;. People and trees are waiting for a breeze to blow or maybe a little rain to wash the air clean. Of all the tunes I’ve ever heard, there’s only one that says…