July 2011
1 post
Deserted.
Sigfried was very lonely. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to, as he was a robot. In fact, feelings, in general, were a pretty new phenomenon. Nonetheless, loneliness was the most prevalent now, fourteen years into his stay on the tiny deserted island he now begrudgingly called home.
The only respite from this intense loneliness was the occasional crab, wandering up onto the shore for a...
October 2010
6 posts
Farmhouse.
I’d never really met a horse. Well, there had been summer camps as a kid, and I’d ridden a few times before, but, as I say, I had never met a horse. My girlfriend, on the other hand, had a long standing relationship with horses, had fully invested her time in them, other than a brief stint as a dental receptionist, since she was knee high to a grasshopper. All throughout college,...
Horsewatching.
Ah wis trembling. Ah noticed, trying no tae notcie, trying no tae listen tae the fuckin voice en mah heid. Focus en the telly. Watch tha cunt shown aft his new fuckin blender. It’s interesting, no? Jis keep watchin. Ah couldnae stop it now, ah could keep mah ahys en the screen. Ah had tae go, walk if ah had tae.
Ah got up, grabbed mah keys an heided oot. Ah didnae need to lock the...
Better out than in.
We all know about those foods that people shouldn’t eat because of the risk of gas. My life is a little bit different. A bowl of soup could easily be a bowl of beans. My chicken sandwich, a heaping plate of lentils. It wouldn’t matter, the result would be the same. Day in and day out, my body processes what it gets, and with an overwhelming mantra of “better out than...
Happy Birthday, Richmond
That last hour into Richmond was always the slowest. The anticipation builds as quickly as the traffic. Although, now coming home from my new home in Atlanta, people would probably give me an awful look just for calling this minor slow up traffic. The conversation had turned to meaningless bickering, just keeping our mouths moving really.
“I’m starting to get a little worried...
Ticketing.
It seems like it would be difficult to know anything these days, really. Here I sit on the brink of yet another traffic ticket, less than 5 minutes from the impending doom of the arresting officer walking back up to the window. But this is one thing I do know; I know it is going to happen, but it isn’t the suspence that will kill me. It is likely my father.
I could always try a daring...
Mexico
The road was long and dusty. Just ahead of the horizon was a little town that Dave was starting to wonder if they would ever reach. They had been driving now for a little over eight hours, and the sun and the road and the wind and sagebrush were starting to get to him, and he was starting to wonder if he even knew where this old two-lane stretch would take them. The only thing he...
