Tag: short fiction
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Futuristic Love
“The square root of 725,904 is 852.” “That is correct,” Naya’s mother beamed. “It is no surprise that you gain intelligence with each new day. It is your destiny.” Naya lifted her right hand to her chin and then moved it downward, toward her mother; a gesture meaning “thank you,” which she had recently learned…
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A Surprise Guest
A Short Story (The Final Chapter). The first couple of bands were new and unknown, and they each had a handful of groupies that looked like they were probably their girlfriends. Freddy was really digging their music though (not to mention the scantily clad groupies), so he introduced me to Chad – his bartender friend…
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the Troubadour
A Short Story (Part Four). I should have been thrilled when Freddy agreed, but instead I was uneasy. He was way too eager. Freddy hated going out, and he hated Ray even more, so the response I had expected was a smirk or a chuckle, followed by a big “HELL no,” or a smart remark…
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Punk’s Not Junk
A Short Story (Part 2). Sometimes I get sidetracked when I talk about Ray. His story has very little (ok, nothing) to do with what happened when we were five, but it was our very first encounter and I believe it has significance. Not that he even remembered my racy proposition, or the scolding that…
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The Golden Boy
A Short Story. I was five when I first met Ray. I remember the encounter vividly, weeks before kindergarten was to start. Ray had moved in with his grandma, and she lived two doors down from us. I’d never even seen the woman before – until that humiliating, hot August day. “Get out of here!”…
a sprinkle of faith 