Her smile.. makes.. made me laugh

How he would react if his girlfriend left him, well that was one hell of a question. One that he often asked himself. Lately they had been taking more time to themselves, so they called it anyhow. He had a feeling that she was the one who needed it the most. For what good is…

Murder House – With Respects to Virginia Woolf

Following is a Scaffolding story on a scene from ‘The Waves’ by Virginia Woolf. I have remained true to the original scene, but changed adjectives to give it a different mood and feeling. “I SEE a ring,” said Bernard, “hanging above me. It quivers and hangs in a loop of light.” “I see a slab…

I Saw the Dog That Walked its Owner

The dog walked by my house every day with its owner in tow. The woman’s hair was grey and she did a slight shuffle along the sidewalk in her black, flat shoes. Same time, three times a day, every day. Sometimes her husband made the rounds. But, per the norm, it was the elderly lady…

The Soldier – A very short story

The Soldier Peter looked at the crack in the curtain that had been his grandmothers. He pushed the curtain aside, and he saw children on the playground. Their mothers watched over them, discussing motherhood: The newest addition to the line of breast pumps; use formula or the breast milk; nipple or pacifier; a glass of…

On the day of election

The tires screeched on the car as the Donald made a sharp turn down Hollywood Boulevard. He grabbed his gun from the glove compartment and handed it to Peter next to him. “Start shooting you fool!” “What, are you nuts?! I can’t fire that thing.” Bullets flew through the windscreen of the car, and Peter…

The Burial

They would do anything for their chieftains, even in death. Nothing was good enough for their chieftains, neither in life, nor in death. When Sigrid heard that her master had died, she made sure she was the first to volunteer to join him in the afterlife. She would see him off to Valhalla and perhaps…