Category Archives: 1998

Cafe Angst

The three of us sat in a little cafe in the suburbs of a large town, or if you prefer, a small city in southern Pennsylvania. A city where hick and chic get muddled and mixed, where you’re not sure … Continue reading

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Marriage

When he came through the door, she watched him with those cornflower blue eyes. And when he asked for his dinner, she walked out of the kitchen; figure erect and defiant. For the first time, she looked at her husband: … Continue reading

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Mold

And this is how it went on that brilliant, orange-brown morning of Thursday, February 9th at 7:38 am. ZIP! Fwish. Shoom. Silence. The human race was no more. It wasn’t the pollution that got them: smoke black claws throttling them … Continue reading

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Perspective

Jane and John lived in a house. A pretty house. A brown house. Jane and John had two children. Pretty children: Mary and Bill. Mary and Bill had a pet. A pretty pet. A pet named Spot. Jane and John … Continue reading

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Ghosts

So she smiled, a vicious barracuda smile from the Morgan le Fey of the computer world. So I sighed, simpering fool that I was. She ran our firm like an antfarm and I, romantic drone, worshiped her. The day she … Continue reading

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Good Service

She was short and plump with the eyes of a bird; unattractive in a pretty way. She hesitated as she stepped up to the counter, licked her dry lips, and rang the bell. Almost immediately, an acne-faced young man popped … Continue reading

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Mechanical Vibrations

Can you see me in this black day of night? I am your ancestor, your predecessor, your future. I am what you will become, if you’re lucky. I am superior with my lack of pain, lack of bias, lack of … Continue reading

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Freezer Jesus

The Christians, they say Jesus is coming; he’ll rise from the dead and among us he’ll walk. He’s not coming again, for y’see, he already came that second time. But he didn’t do much walking though he talked a hell … Continue reading

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