Sunday, September 30, 2012

602. Schrödinger's kitchen

There was a moment between the flipping of the switch and the turning on of the lights.
In this moment anything was possible.
In this moment hunger and curiosity were slaked.
When the lights came on, there was no food to be found.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

601. The concept of disgrace

Today, I wish I knew karate.
I would have used it on people.
Then again, I'm sure that would have been a disgrace to the dojo.
So there's that.

Friday, September 28, 2012

600. Permutations

There are the sort of problems you solve with a shovel.
There are the sort you solve with flowers.
And then, there are the sort of problems you solve with a full on diplomatic and military intervention.
She was at least five minutes away from understanding which kind was plaguing her at this moment.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

599. Eye of the tiger

The rusted van idled at the lights.
Music leaked out the window.
It was the Rocky theme - the one you occasionally hear on the radio, not the one where he runs up the stairs.
The occupant of the van was just one man and his will to survive.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

598. The happier we'll be

The alleyway was out of the way.
His handiwork wouldn't be found for days, but it would be found - probably by a homeless person.
He walked down the street whistling as he cleaned his knife blade.
The more we get together indeed.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

597. The man who invented the rope light

I was flying hungover - I do not advise this, by the way.
The man beside me was sucking back beer and tomato juice at nine in the morning.
He claimed he invented those rope lights you see in department stores.
The only reason, he said, that he wasn't a millionaire today was due to his lack of knowledge of electricity, design, business or patents.

Monday, September 24, 2012

596. Role reversal

He stood admiring himself in the floor-to-ceiling bathroom mirror.
The glass in the mirror grew wavy.
When it cleared again, he saw a woman he didn't recognize.
When he looked at himself again, he was in the woman's body.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

595. The downside of time travel

Everything we do creates tiny ripples, changes in the timeline.
Traveling back - no matter how noble the intentions - has repercussions.
A successful adventure in time had created a different present, a better present - mostly.
He and his father were listening to his mother tell the story of her mysterious first date, for the fiftieth time.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

594. Medusa in the garden

There were stone statues of men and women everywhere.
Their clothes suggested some had been here for decades.
Each face was so lifelike.
What had happened here?

Friday, September 21, 2012

593. Science Gangster

He had N-E-W-T-O-N tattooed across his knuckles.
His ride was a Harley modified to run on old fryer grease.
Doctors pegged his IQ at 198.
We think the wrong things are cool.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

592. Pirates of minor waterways

In the course of human events, some offenses are so egregious they demand redress.
These actions by the county council could not stand.
He loaded his homemade black powder into his Boston Whaler and, day by day, patrolled the small river that bordered his property.
Nobody was going to put up Christmas decorations early on his watch.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

591. Thou shalt not take the Lord's name in vain

People refer to Christ a lot.
Some use his name in search of piety and grace.
Others use it because they have no need of such things.
Point being, many of us rely on the guy a fair bit.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

590. How the lamp got broke

I was very angry.
Perhaps I did not have grounds to feel this way, but I did.
You did what you did and I felt how I felt and I acted rashly.
That's how the lamp got broke.

Monday, September 17, 2012

589. We all seem to be very angry at one another

She was quitting.
Technically, she was declining to run for reelection.
She was too tired.
She loved her job, but she was tired of yelling back at the same volume as all the people who were yelling at her.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

588. Performance review

There have been some...disconcerting trends of late.
Let me review: Killer Croc - 21 escapes, The Penguin - 54 escapes, and The Joker - an appalling 212 escapes.
This is the most egregious display of incompetence I have seen in my 18 years in the correctional system.
Your employment is terminated - effective immediately.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

587. World's Strongest Man

The row was made up of men, tall and broad.
The twenty-six of them were vying to see who was strongest.
At the end of the row was a girl of about six or seven with two prosthetic legs.
You can't always measure strength in muscle density.

Friday, September 14, 2012

586. Frenetics

The loudest moments in life are often preceded by quiet ones.
Normalcy reigns most of the time.
Singing along to the car radio, they had no idea their lives were about to change forever.
That's when she saw the light.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

585. Thoughtful calamities

Antiheroes are easy.
Their good is done as an afterthought, a willful defiance.
Give me a real hero any day because their wins and their losses matter.
And it mattered a great deal to him.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

584. Spin-o-Rama

He stopped.
The street was deserted.
He had no idea what he was doing there.
An overwhelming desire to turn back had come over him.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

583. A map of Thursday

The ebb and flow of life has rhythm.
Elevators and stock markets go up and come down.
On Thursdays she wore the grey suit.
If she was honest with herself, she was looking for something.

Monday, September 10, 2012

582. The hoodlums out back

It was Friday night in the city and there were damn kids everywhere.
They were drunk and loud and ruining things for honest locals.
College was in for the fall semester.
It wasn't like this in the good old days.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

581. Blackmail

There are pieces of information so personal and so dark they should never see the light of day.
Normally, they are closely guarded by their owners.
When these secrets fall into the wrong hands, all hell can break loose.
She was going to get exactly what she wanted.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

580. Saint Sebastian's Home for Wayward Boys

They took in boys of a unique sort - girls too, since 1960.
These children weren't welcome in 'the system'.
They weren't sequestering malcontents, however.
They were training heroes.

579. A respectable sort of cat lady

She had two cats.
The fat one was welcoming and prone to shedding.
The other cat was sleek and mean.
As they weaved in and around her guests, she offered each of them a lint roller.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

578. Barefoot in the park

He swam on Tuesdays.
Today he left his dress shoes on a bench in the change room and someone stole them.
He walked home barefoot through the park.
It was a pretty good day anyway.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

577. War Elephants

They were well funded by a billionaire with an eye on his own legacy.
Their mission was to chart the remaining uncharted places on the planet.
Their goal was to find things previously unfound.
That's how they ended up cornered by a lost tribe riding heavily armed elephants.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

576. Wanted posters Part 4

It was over.
The ringleader was dead.
He had slipped on a marble and fell into an open sewer.
The Masked Driver got into his car and drove off into the sunset.

Monday, September 3, 2012

575. Wanted posters Part 3

There was a trail of bodies a mile long.
All the henchmen were dead, killed by the Masked Driver.
Only their leader and the Driver remained.
One of them wasn't leaving here alive.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

574. Wanted posters Part 2

"Bring me the head of the Masked Driver!" he screamed as he paced in front of his henchmen.
Nine, wait eleven, of his soldiers were dead.
Each had been killed by a masked man driving a Plymouth with no license plates.
This could not stand.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

573. Wanted posters

They were hung up in the post office with scotch tape; row after row of angry young men.
He tore the photo of the baddest looking mother down off the wall.
After he'd memorized each feature, he crumpled the picture and threw it on the floor.
He had a trunkload of weapons and all the time in the world.