“I bought a clock at a thrift store.” “You did what?” I responded to his statement. A statement that had no bearing on the question I asked him. “I bought a clock at the thrift store, then,” Mathew flashed that…
Day-life Savings Time
Category: Short Story
These are my own short stories.
Variant CXXIV
“Jane, have they released the numbers from the last census?” I asked my wife as I checked the locks that secured our bunker. “There wasn’t a census,” she replied flatly. She sat in one of those collapsible chairs we used…
Kathmandu
I found something, I said in an IM to Elynne. What? She responded later that day. It’s a place. A place where we can escape, be together, isolated for as long as we want, “Katmandu!” I hoped she would make…
The Candy Man
We called him the “Candy Man.” The first time I saw him was just after we moved to south Minneapolis. He shuffled along the opposite side of E 50th St, from my parents’ house. It was summer, but the old…
Time Machine
Kent and Tonya lay skin to skin bathing in the glow of mutual pleasure. After thirty-five years of marriage, the desire, intimacy, and passion still flourished. Though it was their anniversary, it wasn’t the only reason for an intimate romp.…
Love Bytes
My smart phone pinged alerting me to the fact that I just received a text. It wasn’t just any alert; it was Marie’s special text alert I made just for her. Anything from her demanded my immediate attention. Thanks for…
Electric Oasis
When I was a young man, a cross country trip in your car meant short pit stops to refill and recharge. Hell, if my math is any good, most cars could go six hours without stopping. It was mother nature…
Into Nothing
As a scientist I have wondered about a lot of things, but never have I wondered what it would be like to be wholly conscious, but unable to move or speak. As strange as that may sound, it gets stranger.…
Invaders
You would think that the strangest thing about my tale is that I never wanted to be an astronaut. No, in fact I wanted to be, and until nine years ago, I was a truck driver. Now, here I sit,…
MaVRIC
With the dawning of consciousness came confusion. My mind struggled with the idea that I was lucky to be alive, and the knowledge that of course I should be alive. “This is not what I signed up for,” I heard…