I spun the shot glass on the bar. My phone was also on the bar, face up. I had left the dance floor because the music was too loud to even recognize it as music. The decibels were lower here and only a few patrons sat. "It's not a toy," the bartender said. She held … Continue reading Keep it Casual
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An OK Day
She had almost missed it. She was looking at the gray sky when she’d put out her hand to open the shiny glass door. She’d glanced at the plants in the flower boxes as she always had over the multitude of unchanging days. Today hidden within the subtle variations of sable were pops of red. … Continue reading An OK Day
When I’m Old
When I’m old, I’ll let my hair grow long and I won’t ever dye it again. I’ll buy a motorcycle. My tresses will be at mid-thigh when I put on my aqua pants and magenta leather jacket. I’ll cram my helmet atop my head and yell, “Weehoo!” as I jump on my bike. I’ll fly … Continue reading When I’m Old
Death From Above
Ugh, left-front leg two is stuck in slime. I hate those chitin-free, spotted, slimy giants. They wander around everywhere leaving messes. Those soft bodies shed slime like the rest of the world exhales carbon dioxide. They are a menace! I need to go in that direction to get home, but I can’t because I’m unable … Continue reading Death From Above