Andrea Corwin
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The Mystery Box
Halloween The kids would be trick or treating as soon as the sun went down, and she had a huge bowl on small candy bars to hand out. She had decorated her yard with a skeleton that moved and yelled at movement near it. One of her hand-knit muffler scarves in orange and black adorned its neck and waved in the breeze; its long fingers pointed regularly in various directions as it screamed. Beverly was making up her face to be a ghoul with blood running from her eyes when she heard a strange noise. She checked the time - three o’clock. She looked out the bedroom window and saw rusty colored oak leaves swirling in the street. Her neighbor Anne Marie was shutting her curbside mailbox. Seeing Bev in the window, she raised her hand to wave, but suddenly froze, and stared across the street at Beverly’s yard. Confused, Bev went downstairs and out onto her porch. The skeleton was shrieking and waving its arms. A white drone with a black spider on its back was lifting off her front walk, having gently made its delivery. Human-like, seemingly observing Beverly, it hovered. She looked at the drone, then the package, impressed at the careful delivery. Swooping low over the box, its rotor let out a squeal and spun hard around and around. Now that it had Beverly’s undivided attention, it rose again and moved slowly toward her, showing two painted on eyes circled in red. It snapped a photo of Beverly in lieu of a signature, tipped to its side as if to say ‘bye,’ then skimmed quickly along the treetops following the footprint of the residential street. Beverly saw her name and address in bold black seven-inch letters on a heavy-duty corrugated packing box. Along its bottom edge were ten-inch dark red letters: L - A - EXPEDITE. Ensure recipient home. TIME SENSITIVE. DO NOT LEAVE UNATTENDED.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Fiction
Space Pachy
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Outerspace Zone Y.45.Centon6 They might have gone through the vortex, but it seems more probable that Lexion lasered them.” Gjero was reviewing star maps on the other side of the vessel’s bridge.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Futurism
The Rainbow Train
Lights were flashing behind the drawn curtains, and I heard rushing, and clacking noises…. I jerked upright, hitting my head. "Ow! Dammit!" Rubbing the top of my head, I frowned and saw a door on the other side of this very narrow room. I leaned downward, gripped the scratchy navy wool blanket, and peered over the side. I was in the upper berth of a train sleeping compartment, the only occupant. "What the hell?" I mumbled aloud, then twisted around and swept the curtain to the side. Lights and countryside whizzed past, the train gently rocking on the tracks. My watch was missing, and I had no idea what time it was. How had I fallen asleep on a train; how had I climbed into this upper berth with no memory of doing so? Where am I? What direction is this train heading?
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Girls Weekend
Discovery The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Waiting She peered from the window, waiting for him, but he didn’t come. Each new hour came and at each new hour, she pressed her face to the window, with no reward. One hour after night fell, she lit a candle to guide her love home to her.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Cloaked in Dragonflies
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Explaining to my daughter what life was like before the era of flying fire-reptiles was a nightly ritual of questions; answers, were in litanies and melodies, sometimes until the glow of daybreak.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
I Learned Euchre At Ma Bell
MA BELLE The telephone company where I began working at the age of seventeen was a great employer with opportunities for women. In those times it was allowed, and the woman hiring manager asked me the question, “If I hire you, are you going to get pregnant and quit?” Those were the days prior to laws against such personal questions.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Humans
PAST FRIENDS
ADVENTURES IN CHAOS My gut warned against marrying the blowhard ignorant ass, such a contrast to his sweet neighborly parents and sister. He was an adopted child, and his sister was born two years later. My parents disliked him immensely which made the marriage even more difficult for me.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Humans
Freedom Means Responsibility
Widely traveled, I say with certainty there is no better place to live than the United States (in my humble opinion). Americans have freedom to travel across the country and outside of it, at will. The pandemic over the last two years has placed some restrictions on the American people we are not used to; however, we're not oppressed nor experiencing the destruction of homes, schools, hospitals, churches, and apartment complexes. We don't have soldiers rampaging towns, raping, murdering, and committing genocide, as the Ukrainians currently are at the hands of the Russians. We can't imagine explosive mines on our streets, yet the Russians have mined the cities of Ukraine as they exit. Obviously, Putin is committing war crimes, and just like the Nuremberg trials so many years ago, those guilty should be found and tried.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Humans