Monday, November 3, 2014

860. The difference between saying it and meaning it

All hail the noble white lie.
These artful fallacies, these tasteful frauds are keepers of the peace.
They are the single civilizing force that keep all of us in friendly relations.
Because at the end of the day, there's nothing so dangerous as an honest man - like this one.

Friday, October 31, 2014

859. What we find

There was a single Cheerio under the refrigerator.
It was standing on its edge - if you can believe that.
He'd been laying on the floor for hours, staring through it like a window.
There were no answers on the other side.

Monday, September 22, 2014

858. Main Street Shibboleth

The town where I grew up had its own radio station - mostly Top 40 stuff.
When I grew up, I moved away.
Certain songs - Tubthumping, for example - were like lighthouses, welcoming me home on infrequent visits.
The station plays country music now.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

857. Pop rocks

The planet was uninhabited.
Its surface alternated between rivers of fire and giant rocks.
And yet, it was cool enough for humans.
The landing crew had hiked about three miles when the rocks started to explode.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

856. The story of everything

"This is the story of everything," he said to the two boys.
"Everything has a beginning."
He reached out an patted each of them on the head.
Looking at them fondly, he continued, "And everything has an end."

Monday, May 5, 2014

855. Strikes out

He performed poorly at the plate.
To drown his sorrows, he went to a bar where he drew no interest from the female patrons.
Deflated, he walked home.
As he walked, he worked himself into such a state that he punched a wall and broke his hand.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

854. Confidence men

He was on top - for once.
For years, he'd been waiting for his chance.
Now, with her obvious enthusiasm, he took it.
He, was a roadie for Mr. Big.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

853. I'm a bad bad, bad bad man

I need to tell you something.
It won't be easy.
I did something I shouldn't have.
Come with me - and bring a shovel.

Friday, May 2, 2014

852. The shadow of the carving knife

The knife traced an arc; something obscure but mathematical.
It cut deep.
The knife came away wet.
The crowd gasped.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

851. Budget parameters

The sun was stinking hot.
It bounced off the water in ugly ways in all directions.
The yellow of the life raft baked.
He sat cross-legged considering three saltine crackers.