Thursday, April 28, 2016

958. Westerly approach

The plane lined up for a westerly approach to Runway 3.
As it descended, he could see Ski-Doo tracks melting in the snow like sweaty Nazca lines, soon to be forgotten to history.
Beyond them, all the fast food restaurants were cosied up to the highway, like young bucks showing their neon antlers to attract the passing cars.
He didn't know how to feel about any of it.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

957. The Chairman

In the whole history of the company, no one had ever seen The Chairman.
They received his missives, carefully typed and tucked into manila envelopes.
The company prospered, so the arrangement went largely unquestioned.
The widow, the cat, and the pet psychic thought of themselves as the brain trust. 

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

956. Like dogs

My mother had seven brothers who were quite beastly to her.
When she died, they all fought with me about her will, but I stood my ground.
In November, we had a meal of pot roast and pie to settle our differences.
Little by little, I spooned mama's ashes into their meals, which they lapped up like dogs.

Monday, April 11, 2016

955. Due North

I walked North, as far as I could go.
I walked until the cold made my breath come in ragged sheets.
That was sixty-two days ago.
You'll never find me because I've got friends here.

Friday, April 8, 2016

954. Grandma called

Grandma called.
She can't remember where she left her nunchuks.
It's Friday night, silly.
That's when her knitting group always doles out justice.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

953. The urban pole vault league

They came with makeshift poles - including the dude with the broomstick.
The group met under a street lamp.
A brick wall - old, but tall and sturdy - stood in front of them.
Their treasures were on the other side.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

952. Slow descent into madness

"Pocket square, pocket squares, pocket squares," he rattled on.
He was sprinting through the warehouse with scissors.
Stopping here and there, he cut squares from the suit coats he found.
He'd been trapped in the warehouse for quite some time.

Monday, April 4, 2016

951. Saying Grace

Grace, dinner.

Friday, April 1, 2016

950. April Fool's

Someone let loose a long sigh down at the end of the table.
It was a synergistic sigh, at least.
They'd been working on a clever corporate April Fool's Day for the last six hours.
The whole time, Terry'd been outside the boardroom laying banana peels.