He was an ornery cuss of a man. He could be self-righteous and over-bearing. He could be vocal and opinionated to a fault. He considered there to he one 'right' – normally his own. His passion could approach zealotry and, when driven to anger,...
Flying Club 41 on King Street West It was unusual to find myself here but, habit is a strong magnet and, after dining at Antonio's on University Avenue, I migrated southward, alone and almost unthinking, down the broad boulevard with its central...
Stickman and the 'eclipse-in-a-box' Actually, I wasn't the stickman yet - 'stickman' wasn't born until 2007. Some years ago, a younger version of myself was contracted to work for the summer on an archaeological excavation in Alghero, a small,...
Termination We were three in the back of the long, black sedan – in silence. On the rear, leather seat sat Gary and Lise, he holding his wife's hand and staring out the window as the freeway slipped by. Lise was lost in her own thoughts, her eyes...
Time and distance I had wanted to do this for awhile. This is the complete text to 'Time and distance', written by circe, SteamPunk and myself. If you had not read it before, I hope you will enjoy it now as much as I enjoyed stitching it back...
'Today, the British Foreign Minister, Mr. Jenkins, confirmed that Britain's borders will remain closed and defended. 'The death toll from last week's atomic attack on Seoul, South Korea, continues to climb. The fall-out is seen spreading...
When the stories are gone And no one remarks on their absence Perhaps 'date' would have been too strong a word but, a casual observer would certainly have noticed the intimacy of our body language, our hands occasionally fluttering dangerously close...
It begins It is hot here. The tension only makes the skin prickle more. Around one o'clock I was out having a cigarette; there was still shade on the west side of the house and looking to my right – in the direction of the hill at the top of...
Good night Hindsight is always 20/20 and the self-recriminations accumulate quickly after the facts play out but, on that particular night, it seemed we had found an island of tranquility – that nothing could ever go wrong - although, in reality, we...
La voce Debolmente e rauca di dolore, immerso nel buio del crollo terrificante, la voce sussurò: - Aiutami. Prego. Aiutami. Così, si spinse in solitudine, lenzuolato di paura. Arrampiccati in cima ai rottami, i ricercatori continuarono il loro...
Angie “So, when was your first time?” The question, posed across the window-front table was, contrary to its implications, innocuous and unoffensive to me. “Honestly, I don't remember. That was a long time ago.” My Inquisitor was a delightful...
Signals “Hello?” “Hi. It's me. Is it OK to call?” “Oh, Steven. I was missing you so much. It seems like it's been forever.” “I know – I miss you, too. What time is it there?” Steven blinked and rubbed his eyes. Naked in the kitchen, he opened the...
