Posted on October 2, 2008 by MJ Twain
The Technicals were done returning all the absorbed beings to the Gathering.
“Give back. Give back.”
Their chant went on as they began to pull random components from their bodies. Gadgets and their associated odds and ends grew in two piles.
To everyone’s astonishment, one pile—consisting of plastic, glass, metal, and wood—turned to streams of mist. The streams [...]
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Posted on September 22, 2008 by MJ Twain
“Mrs. Gordon?”
It was Happy Dale’s manager. Richard Rhodes stood at the door to her room. She tried to ignore him, but he was like a mosquito in his buzzing persistence.
“Mrs. Gordon, I need to know what happened in the lunch room today.”
The living reminder of the best and worst days of her life was what [...]
Filed under: SS-Love Story | Tagged: aging, Angel, angela, children, daughter, debutante, depression, family, fiction, flame, geriatrics, happypants, kids, love, love story, lunch room, nursing home, old age, pregnancy, reed cripe, Rose, short story, wheelchair, writing | Leave a Comment »
Posted on August 31, 2008 by MJ Twain
Angela loathed the lunch room. It was anything but lively. Some of the homes where she used to volunteer had daily chatter. Not so in the Happy Dale Happy Senior Residential Home. Community gatherings of any sort were grim. HDHSRH had a high mortality rate due to the makeup of its population.
It was the place [...]
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Posted on August 29, 2008 by MJ Twain
Angela stared at the ceiling. Dead bugs dotted the light fixture above her bed. A spider busily scampered along the glass lip. She had never tolerated it of any lamp in her home. When she grew frail, she had hired a girl to clean the house for her.
“Mrs. Gordon?”
A chipper nurse entered the room. Angela [...]
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Posted on July 28, 2008 by MJ Twain
I won a Lobster Gram from WGN radio. How funny… winning lobster in Chicago.
I won this twice before and always got the frozen tails. This time, we ordered the live lobsters while on vacation at a New England beach house. Why buy from the wharf when we could get them free? Besides, we thought our [...]
Filed under: FF-Cute, Flash Fiction | Tagged: Chicago, children, fiction, friends, kids, life, lobster, Lobster Gram, New England, pals, Radio, tail, WGN, writing | Leave a Comment »
Posted on July 28, 2008 by MJ Twain
Big Surly flops into the captain’s chair. The crew doesn’t need to acknowledge him. Their role is to get the ship to Space Dock come hell or black holes.
Customs swarms their approach.
Big Surly sweats. This load is legal, but he has a reputation. All the warrants are suspended for the duration of this mission. Crewmates [...]
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