365Shorts

It’s a beautiful day. Vegetables sold okay today. I’ve gotta rest. Early day morning. Head out to the farms. Maybe I made enough that the kids can eat? I hope so. Window’s dirty, but the sun is shining through. Beautiful day out. Not so nice inside. Room is bare. I want a table. I want… Continue reading Day #25: Flore

For a moment, the War Room is almost completely dark. The lights have just gone down, and the massive view-screen along the east wall off has not yet come on. For that moment, the only illumination in the room is the faint blue glow of the flat screen monitors embedded in the boardroom-style table. That… Continue reading Day #24: The War Room

Folks, People were having trouble commenting and I was having trouble administering the old site. So last night, I switched to WordPress. It has gone pretty smoothly. The site is nicer, the archiving is clearer, there’s an email subscription option etc… but you might experience some issues. I tried to preserve all the old links… Continue reading ADMIN: New Host

I’ve now written 26 stories in 26 days. It has been an amazing experience so far. I figured it was a good time to have a playoff to choose the best story of month one. What we’ll do is vote on the best story of each week (archive links at the left if you want… Continue reading POLL: Week 2 Voting!

It was the middle of the night when Mr. Williams finally got to his hotel room. He was dressed immaculately, in a black suit and necktie. Work had been tough that day. He couldn’t wait to lose the tie. He slid his door key into the lock. The light changed to green, and he walked in.… Continue reading Day #23: The Traveler

It is a beautiful day. The sky is a clear blue, the sun is casting its friendly rays earthward. The air is cool, but not cold. And piercing through every particle of it are the chants. “Death to the Dictator.” The people are shouting. “Death to the Dictator.” The phrase is a death sentence for… Continue reading Day #22: Aara

“Guys, am I doing okay at this?” asked a tentative, quiet voice. The last of the office doors had closed, the alarm had been turned on, and the first comment of the night came from the brand-new sprinkler head. It’d only been installed the day before, so it was kind of a newbie. And it… Continue reading Day #21: The Newbie

(this is a companion piece for Eulogy for a Women Who Was Born Only Yesterday) The preacher rested his hands on the pulpit. His was not a large church. It was small and simple with clapboard and bare wooden pews. It befitted its place. The spiritual home of a small farming community in the heart… Continue reading Day #20: Eulogy for a Man Who Died Only Yesterday

The Rabbi stood behind his pulpit and surveyed the crowd. He had the eyes of a man of wisdom – a man of age. But his face, framed by a full beard and healthy masses of dark hair, appeared youthful. His body, sheathed in a tight layer of white skin, was strong and healthy. But his eyes,… Continue reading Day #18: Eulogy for a Woman Born Only Yesterday