At Least He’s On a Beach

The diner was crowded and noisy and hot, and smelled like burgers and bacon and coffee and spaghetti. Maybe some fish. The customers looked excited and the waitresses looked bored. Big glass windows framed heavy traffic on 2nd Ave., compressing and stretching like a worm. New York in August was a lot like Mexico in August, but without all the sandy beaches and sexy tourists and frosty drinks, and more humidity and sewage and traffic. But it was Thursday evening, so things weren’t all bad. That golden hour between clocking out from work and before the Yankees started playing, and […]

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#DaysGoneBy

Three men sit in a small booth in a big diner on a busy corner in Brooklyn. It’s noisy, because the diner has terrible acoustics, but busy, because the food is good and the prices are reasonable. But the diner is old, and although everything is working today, the decor and equipment is oddly stuck between “needing to be replaced” and “so old it’s cool and vintage.” It still exists because the owner of the diner owns the whole building. The rent from the nine apartments in the three floors above meet the building’s overhead, and the owner isn’t a greedy man, […]

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#Graveyard

You’re standing in ice cold and stiff and shiny dress shoes on well-groomed grass under a bright morning sun in an uncomfortable suit listening to a preacher you don’t know talk about someone you loved dearly. You are sweating and cold at the same time. The quiet solemnity surrounding you is at sharp odds with the chaos in your head. It’s the opposite of a hurricane – the calm warm eye of the storm surrounds you, but behind your eyes rages a cat 5, hurling chunks of hail and ripping down signposts you thought would guide you and washing away beliefs you held […]

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#Airlock

You’re standing in the airlock listening to a diminishing hiss. The needle on the pressure meter is still in the green, but not for long. Soon, in minutes, it’ll cross that threshold between green and yellow, and you wonder if you’ll feel uncomfortable. Not worried. Just curious. You’re getting cooler, too. It isn’t cold yet, but you figure you’ll be frozen solid by the time it’s uncomfortably cold. The airlock isn’t large, but big enough for three or four people in puffy EVA suits, so it feels luxuriously spacious now, alone, wearing nothing but jeans and a t-shirt. About the size of your […]

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Cliff jump

You’ve jumped from a cliff, and now gravity has you. It was intentional but you didn’t understand the consequences. You looked out from the lip at a beautiful sunrise and blue sky and a distant horizon and thought, “I want to be a part of that. I can be a part of that.” So you backed away from the edge, about ten steps, and dug in your feet, and then sprinted, hearing an imaginary gun declaring the start of the race. Except you aren’t racing. You’re alone. And you ran flat out and leapt, arms out, reaching, and for a […]

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Full Burn, Soft Landing

Full Burn, Soft Landing is now available! You can get it for free on Wattpad or only 99¢ on Amazon! Or you can download a free PDF from here. Amazon discourages authors from freely distributing their work unless you enroll in their KDP program – but if you do that, the story cannot be available anywhere else. So, not ready to do that yet. It’s a short story about a space freighter pilot and her husband. Comments welcome!

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