Dillon popped his earbuds in, tapped play on his podcast app, and grabbed the pallet dolly loaded with cereal boxes so high it towered over his head. Dillon liked the night stocker position; he didn’t have to interact with people (especially customers), he stayed caught up on all his favorite Read more…
Tracking Revenge Birdsong drifted down from distant the treetops, high in the sky where they could bask in the sun. I was down on the ground, in the mud and muck and underbrush, picking my way through leaves and deadfall in search of a trail. Squirrels chittered and hissed at Read more…
Birdie strolled into the 7-Eleven, cutting right to the back where the energy drinks, sodas, and juices were lined up. The mark went down the chip aisle. Birdie went the other way, grabbing Fritos. The mark turned left and Birdie turned right. In the candy aisle they both reached for Read more…
The old stone tower stood guard over the valley, gilded by afternoon sunshine, silent in its duty as it had for the past thousand years. An up thrust of mankind’s perseverance and ingenuity it stuck out like a snaggletooth in the jaw of the mountain range. Brush and scrub trees Read more…
“I don’t think we can keep on meeting like this.” “I know. What would happen if people found out.” “I’d never be able to go home again …. Well not for 14 days at least.” “You would have to sleep in the car?” “Nah, my parents have an RV in Read more…
It’s a cool morning in late August. The morning dew on the grass sheds golden sparkles as it dampens our shoes. My granddaughter and I head out for our “sunrise walk” even though the sun arose almost an hour ago. Getting out of the house is as equally fraught for Read more…
The coil was rusted through. Without the coil there was no toast. Could there be breakfast without hot buttered toast? The toaster apologized profusely. It was old but its passion for service still thrummed through its wires; as did its ardor for the nanny bot. The nanny stood in the Read more…
Originally it was a valley, or more specifically a deep wooded crevasse, hidden in the center of the mountain range. The crevasse was a dead end, wooded mountains angled for the sky on three sides, the fourth side tumbling into the rolling hills the lesser cousins where time and erosion Read more…