Friday, September 30, 2011

237. Mathematical formulas of food

He moved like a ninja.
Through the darkened house, down the stairs and into the kitchen he crept.
He pulled open the door, victorious.
The last piece of pecan pie was his reward.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

236. Strength in numbers

A four was of no use to her.
It just didn’t jive with her quartet of twos.
She took up the four, shook it violently and slammed it back on the table.
The result was a much sought after  Yahtzee.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

235. Doubles

He slid into the booth balancing a burger, fries and shake on a brown plastic tray.
The burger was demolished in short order leaving only the crumpled foil wrapper.
Alternating slurps of shake and fistfuls of fries, he quickly finished his meal.
Still hungry, he upended the fry container exposing one small, crispy fry, the product of two trips through the fryer.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

234. All things holy

Her foot was trapped.
Her ring toe had become totally ensnared.
It was uncomfortable and impossible to overlook.
She worked the hole in her sock around until it rested against the pad of her foot.

Monday, September 26, 2011

233. Unusual weather patterns

Unexpectedly, everything  was  blanketed in white.
It wasn’t unusual in these parts, but it was only September.
The explanation was more simple than you’d think.
He never checked his pockets when he did laundry.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

232. The remnants of Capitalism

A temporary fence had been erected at the edge of the lot.
Here and there, grass was growing up through cracks in the asphalt.
Once, it served gas.
Now, it serves as a cautionary tale, I guess.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

231. Graphic tees

The image on his t-shirt was  from a cult Japanese  cartoon.
It  was only ever available in North America by mail order VHS.
Almost no one recognized it.
He expected they wouldn’t get it anyway.

Friday, September 23, 2011

230. Phobias

The town was caught up in a minor health scare.
A round of vaccinations was ordered.
The waiting room was divided between the wide-eyed, terrified befores and the teary-eyed, sore-armed afters.
Among the befores was a teary-eyed man in his early thirties who hated needles too.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

229. Protective surfaces

She clung to sleep by her fingernails.
She covered her head with the blankets, reminding her of her childhood.
It was too late.
She was awake and it was Monday.

228. When you wish...

She was unhappy.
She wished she was a little bit taller.
She wished she was a little bit richer.
Never did she wish she was anything she was.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

227. Ties that bind

There was an entire rack of neck ties.
Each was tied smartly in a full Windsor knot.
His father had tied each of them years ago.
He himself, had never learned.

Monday, September 19, 2011

226. Taking one on the chin

When I was young, I had a temper.
It’s possible that this is still true.
Regardless, my parents realized that when I was angry, I did a better job at things.
We frequently had the nicest yard in the neighbourhood.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

225. Email

His friends were gone.
They had been transformed into bits; ones and zeroes.
So he read.
And he kept reading.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

224. The Jazz Club

It was just dark enough to be flattering.
A faint hint of smoke hung in the air even though no one had smoked there for years.
A trio was playing: bass, drums, piano.
He didn’t get it, but he liked it.

Friday, September 16, 2011

223. Temporal anomalies

It was the end of another work week.
Nothing on her list was complete.
But time is funny like that.
It’s  peculiar and quite ill behaved.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

222. Idle thoughts

A van is idling on a quiet street.
In and of itself, this is nothing out of the ordinary.
But this is a quiet street and it’s past midnight.
Strange doings are transpiring.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

221. The Magnificent Seven

Good things come in sevens: dwarves, cowboys, samurai.
There’s something magical about that number.
It goes back farther than we can remember.
That’s what the mother told her son as the doctor sewed each of the seven stitches.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

220. The beginning of the end

The first leaf of the season fell today.
It blew across the yard and onto the street.
It was kicked by a small child and sniffed by a dog.
It came to rest in a ditch where it would wait for snow.

Monday, September 12, 2011

219. In a pinch

She was working late.
She was alone in the office.
She was famished.
She considered, just for a moment, eating the candy bar she found at the bottom of her drawer.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

218. Where were you?

My college apartment had free cable that wasn’t, technically, legal.
We’d watch it on a 13-inch television in the living room.
That day we, our neighbours and our friends sat and watched.
We watched all day, together, searching for answers.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

217. Waiting in lines

The crowd cheered.
Muffled music suggested things were much more interesting elsewhere.
But he was far from all that.
The line to the washroom shuffled slowly forward.

Friday, September 9, 2011

216. What’s next?

There were fourteen of them.
Each of them was a wall he had placed between himself and freedom.
Steeling himself, he launched into the thick of the first challenge.
Finishing, he crossed it off his to-do list with a felt marker of medium thickness.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

215. Like a thief in the night

Light from the house streamed out of the windows.
Reflected in the light were two eyes as big as saucers.
Unobserved, the racoon watched the activity in the living room.
After a while, he went back to rooting through the garbage.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

214. Virgin territory

She unwrapped  and opened a fresh notebook.
The spine cracked in protest.
Page after page lay barren, waiting to be filled.
As she put pen to paper, the first page drank up the black ink.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

213. User experience issues

A small green light blinked rapidly.
Despite it’s insistence, there was no indication the requested task would be completed.
Things were at an impasse.
He briefly considered heaving the office printer into the atrium.

Monday, September 5, 2011

212. Science fiction conventions

Watching the cartoon with his son brought back a memory from his own childhood.
We were promised flying cars in the future.
They represented a shiny and wonderful future that ended up unfulfilled.
It's a truth, he realized, that the world of tomorrow's just the world of today kicked down the road a bit.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

211. Doppler shift

A plane just flew overhead; something small with a single engine.
It’s just over there.
Not there; there.
It’s gone now.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

210. At the home gates

An older couple is holding hands on the plane; her hand over his.
This makes me think of you.
I imagine you standing by the arrival doors, just off to the side, waiting.
It is a good thought.

Friday, September 2, 2011

209. Cottages

A cottage on the ocean has no beach.
Rather, it has infinite versions of the same beach.
Six hours in the sun had covered this one with criss-crossing footprints.
Now, the ocean was quietly reclaiming it to remake it again in six hours.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

208. A killer reputation

The old man lived beyond the outskirts of town.
It was rumoured among the town's children, that those who ventured too close, did not return.
The bravest of them would occasionally sneak into his yard and touch his house in acts of youthful bravado.
In truth, the old man had seen terrible things and yearned for some quiet twilight years.