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cotton candy girl

“You have a visitor,” the candy stripe girl said. Her nametag told Dale that her name was Candy, which seemed somehow fitting. He nodded to her, a gesture to open the door, which she did, before sliding out after the person who was outside entered. Dale immediately wished he had gotten Candy to vet the … Continue reading cotton candy girl

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digging in the dirt

Will this ever be over? I guess, on some level, it has to end, right? At least common sense tells me so. The Spanish Flu ended. The yellow fever epidemic ended. Pretty much every other epidemic/pandemic/etc. has ended. Well, unless you call cancer an epidemic, which I think you could. It affects so many people … Continue reading digging in the dirt

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?

I’m a big believer in questioning things. Why am I doing this? Why am I going there? What’s the benefit from spending my time in these ways? I think I’m this way because of how it was for me growing up in a religion where I was never asked to question anything. Why is there … Continue reading ?

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depressed much?

“How come you always write such depressing characters?” someone asked me once. They always ask this, because more than half of my characters have somehow decided to be depressing. I don’t always plan it out that way, but perhaps I’m averse to happy characters, or happy endings, or people who embody the sometimes joy of … Continue reading depressed much?

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15

I remember 15, like a tickling in my ribs that I just can’t reach, though I feel it rather acutely. I saw a kid today, couldn’t have been more than 15. He was getting in the passenger seat of a vehicle, with some middle-aged guy in the driver’s seat. I am that middle-aged guy, although … Continue reading 15

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A Sort of Nostalgia

The last time I saw my father he was getting a taxi to pick up his car from one of numerous impound lots. He offered to give me a ride there, but that wasn’t my destination. That was six years ago. I’ve talked to him several times on the phone since then, mostly because I … Continue reading A Sort of Nostalgia