In life, we continually find ourselves in different places. I’m not speaking physically, though that is usually the case as well, but more philosophically. Most of us hope that this is a progression for good, and that as we move on, we found ourselves in ultimately more and more secure positions. This is all general, of course. There are always ups and downs, but when one looks at the overall…
Ninety-nine cents. It was on sale you see. A quart of Gatorade for ninety-nine cents. And it was my meal for the day.
The sun is high in the sky, it’s hot, and the mosquitoes are out in force; another wonderful day in the Marine Corps. It was only four hours ago that the two-ton trucks brought us here from the naval center, dropping us off in the middle of nowhere. We staged our gear at a back-woods community center, got our instructions for the day, and set off on this little nature…
Shadow was the best cat in the world. Most people say that about their cats, but in this case it’s the truth. I’ve had other cats, and none of them compared. Even the ones I raised from kittens, as I did with him.
You just don’t get it. Everything was going perfectly, you were smelling like a rose, and now it’s all turned to shit. One second you’ve got fifty k being placed into your hands like you’ve just ordered something from McDonald’s, and now your best buddy’s got a bullet hole the size of your fist in his face, the cops are after you for the kill, and you’ve got to take…
NOVEMBER “Buy me a coffee?” I can smell the man so strongly, I don’t even want to look at him. Let alone that any eye contact will most likely just encourage his inquisition. Instead I glance around at the others waiting to catch the transit. No help there. The schoolboy has found something intriguing about his shoelaces, and the woman is looking down the street, presumably looking for the bus.
Ghost Written for Dr. Coke The sand of the final dune slides through my fingers as I rapidly scramble up its side, clawing at the grains which give way so easily to pressure. I stop for an instant, as the sand engulfs my hand, wrapping it in a cold encasement. The feeling freezes me as I kneel, the coolness of it on my skin. Peter’s voice brings me back.