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, […]
So much time is lost worrying about losing time.
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 […]
Don’t waste your time worrying over running out of time. Rest easy in the surety you will run out of time.
It’s the sad nature of all things to forget more than what is remembered. It is man’s happy obligation to document all that will pass.
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 […]
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 […]
I imagine many men are too weak to know the difference between a hot fire necessary for forging something amazing, and just indulging in a hot fire.
When I grew up, the people and roles that were put forth as ‘heroes’ were vetted and limited by media and industry. Tabloid media barely existed, and big name newspapers and tv shows didn’t have to sink to the lowest common denominator in order to compete for readers and viewers, because the number of competitors was a fraction of what it is today. As a result, the bar was higher – media reported on heroes like fireman and astronauts and scientists and police officers and teachers (there were bad things too, of course, but the reporting on those things wasn’t […]
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!