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One man's thoughts of a friend gone

I pulled the last olive off the swizzle stick with my teeth and ate it before finishing off my drink. Looking up at the clock it, showed 4:20. It was in the AM, not the afternoon. It had been a long day. “I couldn't even begin to count the number of people at the wake,” I thought. Flipping on the TV, I found there wasn't much at this time in the morning, just talking heads, Infomercials, a rebroadcast of a Flyers vs Pengu...

The Fisherman and the Mermaid

Do you believe in Mermaids?

    “Mermaids, Kelpies, Harpies,” he muttered. “Superstitious fools.” The old fisherman was motoring his dory out of the harbor. “They blame the lack of skill on make believe creatures.” Fishing had been down recently. Soon the fisherman had his 200 hook line baited and laid out. He laid back under a tarp and the stars to sleep. Waking, he started to retrieve the line. A club in hand ready to dispatch the fish, but most h...

The Tram

Now she always walks to work.

She always walked to work.   Wearing a good pair of walking shoes, she had her dress flats in a large handbag.   Normally she'd take the tram on days like today.   She doesn't anymore.   Now she puts rubber booties over her sneakers and walks to work.   Besides, the tram was always overcrowded on rainy days.   Once, too many times, a stranger had groped her backside.   She never knew who exactly, but sometimes someone had...

Straining

A man has to do, what a man has to do.

It's hot out. The sun was blazing. Not ten minutes into the journey and it broke down. Now I'm on foot. Sweat dripped from my forehead. Cars passed me by. They honked and waved. Do they stop and help? Oh No, they just drove by. Some laughed at my situation. I had to press on regardless. She had to have it. So I got it for her. Now I'm stuck. The journey must be completed. A man has to do, what a man has to do. Mowing an a...

Home Late! - The Next Day - A Sidebar

The next day on the inbound bus...

The next day I'm on the bus. Stumbling and muttering an obscenity, a woman attempts to get on the bus. She flopped on the bench. She looks like something the cat dragged in. That's when I recalled her. Looking at me she spoke, “Do I know you?” “No, but I saw you last night.” “Oh Gawd! What happened?” “You sang show tunes.” Grimacing, “Anything else?” “You pirouetted around a lamp-pole.” Looking down, “Is that all?' “No, y...

Home Late! - A sidebar

The bus trip home became very entertaining...

I had just sat down on the bus when I heard loud giggling from the upper deck. Followed by someone strangling a cat. No, it was a Rodgers and Hammerstein tune. A boisterous female came from the staircase. The singing cat made an appearance. She was totally arseholed and naked! She ran out and hooked a lamp pole and twirled round. Streaking up the sidewalk, she stopped, bent over and wiggled her bum at the bus. The bus con...

Dawn

They knew it was coming. Duty called them.....

Dawn. They stood like five sentinels around the fire. They knew it was coming. The band started to play. “First Call!” The rest of the company stirred. Each man knowing his duty. Accouterments donned. Backpacks slung. “Company Fall In!” The men lined up. “Right face! Forward March!” The companies formed into a Regiment. Then a Battalion. Brigade next. Finally a Corps. The march began. Each man alone in his own thoughts. C...

The girl on the train

He got more than a kiss on the train to Berlin.

1904I can't see with this blindfold.It wasn't me.It must have been the girl!She did this.I met her on the train from Paris to Berlin.We talked.She smiled.She kissed me.She must have put it in my camera bag!“I'll see you in Berlin.”She left the compartment.They stopped me at the border.So many questions.The trial was quick.Canister of film?What plans?French 75 gun!Guilty!Espionage!Me! A Spy!NO!“Ready...”NO! it wasn't me!“A...

The Lost Wish

Be careful what you wish for...

The caravan made it to the last oasis before finally getting home.The trip by all accounts had been successful. After the camels had been bedded down and the men had finished their evening meal of mutton and couscous, they began to talk of finally making it home and what they expected from their homecomings.The graphic details were too much for the old man. He had lost his wife and sole mate last year and he had no stomac...

The Feast of All Saints

I was working late after celebrating the feast of all Saints.

Except for the guards at the lobby, I was the only one in the building working. All lights were off. The only lights are on my working area. Coffee at my side as I busied myself on the financial reports. They were needed within two days time for the stockholders meeting. All my attentions were focused on the white screen of the computer.When all of a sudden, it felt chilly and the scent of flowers or candles lingered in m...

Yuck

The year is 2547 and kids still complain about taking their lessons.

“Aw Mom,” whines Jeremy. “Do I have to take history? I hate history.” “Yes, you must take it this term.” “But history always leaves...” Jeremy thinks, “a bad taste in my mouth.” “I know dear, but we all have to do some things that are unpleasant at times,” she explains. “Besides, it's required if you wish to graduate.” Reluctantly, Jeremy takes the educational capsule and swallows it down with some water. “Yuck!” he grima...

Routine Training Mission

A routine training flight goes terribly wrong.

Yogi and Casper had just taken off on a routine training flight. The weather wasn't perfect that day. Forecast for low lying cloud cover, but it would help in their training. The two fliers climbed to the designated altitude and formed up to begin their mission. A low level sortie this time, hugging the ground to avoid detection. Casper called to Yogi to verify the flight plan. Yogi replied, “Thirty minutes at two-niner-f...

Tiyo - Part III

The story of Tiyo concludes.... Or does it?

Quenching his thirst from the kutuki, Omawnakw finishes his cup of water. “Sorry for the interrupting the story, but I was thirsty.” Slapping his hands down on his knees, “Now then. Where were we in the story?” “THE SNAKE! THE SNAKE! A large golden snake just hissed at Tiyo!” Kaiah said almost screaming. “Oh yes,” Omawnakw said with a smile. “Tiyo was in the house of the Snake-People.” And so the story continues... ~ ~ ~...

Tiyo - Part II

Kaiah listens to more of the story about Tiyo

Kaiah was trying not to show her boredom, but as it is with all youngsters, it was obvious to all. Omawnakw had finally finished the last of his kutuki. Brushing some of the residue from his hands and then wiping them on his leggings he said, “Delicious! Now where were we in the story?” Kaiah just looked at him and then said in the monotone voice only a bored 9 year-old could muster, “Tee Yoo Was At The Big Wa Ter.” The q...

Tiyo - Part 1

Kaiah's worst fears are realized

Kaiah and Manci were just finishing up preparation for dinner. They had fixed a hearty squash soup with hominy corn and the rabbit for their guest, plus the fried bread for the meal. Manci also had a yucca sifter basket filled with kutuki, a Hopi parch corn dish, as a snack during the story telling time. She spread her finest rug on the floor for sitting. Just then the blanket covering the doorway parted and Kaiah's fathe...