November 15, 2009
The small town by the stream in the valley depended on the plant for employment. The plant was the very heart and the very soul of the community. Without it, the young people would have no alternative but to seek employment elsewhere. The old people would be eventually doomed to walk a Main Street of […]
November 10, 2009
Homer strolled by the wine-dark sea and sang out the story of Ulysses to rosy-fingered dawn. His secretary, Dave Chambers, hustled in Homer’s wake, transcribing every word in a shorthand only he could decipher. After safely settling ‘Old Blindy’ – Dave’s private name for Homer – down for a nap under an olive tree, Dave […]
November 1, 2009
The Vampire and the School Custodian Two vampire bats engaged in a heated discussion with a school custodian. Count Dracula looked on, amused. When the bats, mocked beyond endurance by the school custodian, suddenly produced a couple of shivs, the count decided enough was enough and intervened. “Fellow, fellows, forgive and forget … Forget … […]
October 29, 2009
The Apple Man He was there, ever vigilant, in the orchard. The children stuck an apple in his grinning skull mouth every Halloween.
October 24, 2009
“Huh?” said the woolly mammoth, lifting his head from the bar and narrowing his eyes in a failed attempt to focus on Hilda, the bartending ocelot. “Closing time. You gotta leave. I’m locking up,” said Hilda. “How many? … What is … Have I been here today?” mumbled the mammoth. His trunk swept the bowl […]
October 20, 2009
The Sentence “I sentence you to six years in vaudeville,” said the judge. “What sort of a sentence is that?” queried the baffled advocate. “Declarative,” replied the learned juror.
October 17, 2009
The Little Engine That Could swung from the roof of the carriage house up and onto the roof of the East Wing. “I thought I could,” she murmured to herself. In the midnight stillness, she rolled inch by inch until she looked directly down on Lady Beverington’s balcony. “I think I can,” she steam hiss […]
October 13, 2009
The Wand of Life The Wand of Life removed the tamale pie in its ruddy earthenware casserole from the oven, placed it on the trivet in the center of the dark mahogany dining room table, and admired the heat-glazed golden amber color of the cornmeal topping. “Kids! Dinner!” she called. “I don’t want any! I […]
October 5, 2009
The Dome People The storm raged outside, unable to penetrate the barrier. The dome stood strong, its glistening walls deflecting the icy winds. The people, safe and snug inside, nestled under thick rich blankets of fur. Life, rarely good, was so for a few sweet moments.
September 27, 2009
The mountain bike hung on the garage wall. It was deep night outside and quiet. All the back wheel spokes and most of the front wheel spokes were sound asleep after an exhausting day of spinning up and down rocky trails. The few awake on the front wheel whispered so as not to disturb the […]