He didn't believe in love at first sight. Love was to complex of an emotion to give away on the fancy of one sense. For that matter, why sight? Why not sound? Touch? Or, as in his case, taste? He was a creature of habit. Every Saturday morning, he got up early. He enjoyed getting … Continue reading Flaxseed Peach Pancakes
I stepped onto the train, head down. It was the way to ride the train to my remedial job. It was the way of society. I didn't have to think about it. It was in the programming. Or it should be. Don't think about it, I don't myself. The fact that I even thought about … Continue reading Will Smile for Reprogramming
The following short story is based upon a page from the The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair That Changed America, a non-fiction book by Erik Larson presented in a novelistic style. In the book, there is a story about a man who freaks out on the Ferris Wheel, … Continue reading Wings to Soar
Why doesn’t he say something? Why didn’t he at least explain what he was doing in her house, at her kitchen table? Every. Morning. Anything that would give her an idea as to who this strange man in her kitchen was.
“Well, could you?” I heard the question the first time and ignored it. She had a way of asking random questions that didn’t really need answers, such as “you know?” or “am I right?” The weird thing was that she wanted the answers. She wanted you to agree to her warped logic or acknowledge your … Continue reading Answered Questions