David Zinke aka ZINK
Bio
I'm 72, a single gay man in Tucson AZ. I am an actor, director, and singer. I love writing fiction and dabble in Erotic Gay fiction too. I am Secretary of Old Pueblo Playwrights I also volunteer with Southern Arizona Animal food Bank.
Stories (30/0)
I Am A Muralist
Future generations of humans will run across descriptions of the “shift” in their history books, in the logs and blogs of their ancestors and wonder what it must have been like before it happened. I can assure you that it wasn’t very nice BA (before ascension).
By David Zinke aka ZINK3 years ago in Futurism
REJUBILATION
REJUBILATION I saw the shingle hanging from the street. “Guest house for rent.” Turns out to be four small rooms on the back side of a garage. Previously the chauffer’s quarters, I suspect someone’s mother-in-law was its last tenant. I moved into this place on March 31, 2020 and began my quarantine on April Fools’ Day. I’d been looking to rent a cozy little space like this ever since I had that revelation about the future of my existence. I spoke with an angel that night. Well, not exactly. Let me start at the beginning.
By David Zinke aka ZINK3 years ago in Futurism
Maritime Miracle
Maritime Miracle Pearl Rosewater embodied the spirit of cosmic truth and light. “When I grow old,” she often said, “I’ll wear purple and ride busses and not care what anyone else thinks of me.” An enigma to many, Pearl lived up to her name in multiple ways. Pearl loved pearls. Pink pearls, or white pearls, black pearls or blue pearls; the color mattered not to Pearl so long as they were real. Some describe natural pearls as rare things, fine, admirable and valuable. Most who knew Pearl would use the same adjectives to describe her as well. Faux pearls were an abomination in Pearls mind, and any attitude or behavior not truly authentic found no quarter in Pearl’s personality. There was nothing “faux” about Pearl Rosewater.
By David Zinke aka ZINK3 years ago in Petlife
That Night
THAT NIGHT The weather couldn’t have been more inclement. The Midwest was famous for these sudden summer afternoon Thunderstorms. The temperature had dropped more than fifteen degrees in less than twenty minutes. Thunderheads loomed large on the eastern horizon and lightening sparked often enough to make thunderclaps sound continuous. Maureen Talbot pulled off the road as soon as she could. The Paradise Park Motor Lodge looked a bit too seedy for her upper middle class sensibilities but with the impending storm she couldn’t be too picky. A delay would make her late to the attorney’s office for the deposition but she had to think about her child’s safety first. Once the rain started, the roads would be slippery and although she was confident of her own driving ability, she wisely distrusted the stranger on the road unaware of how to avoid hydroplaning. It hadn’t begun raining yet but her apprehension ballooned with every wind-blown minute.
By David Zinke aka ZINK3 years ago in Humans
Dancine In Light, Dancing in Love
A wisp of a woman she was. Tall, thin, frail. Frail? Hardly that. Dancine was strong, physically, emotionally, spiritually. She was and still is a child of the universe, timeless as light is forever. From a single spark she came. Billions of years she traveled to this pinpoint in space and time where she will shine in on for trillions of years to come; or go.
By David Zinke aka ZINK3 years ago in Humans
Anamchara
Katelyn was blessed with a mane of flaming red hair which was also a bit of a curse for it aptly warned suitable suitors of her fiery temper. “That temper of yours may cost you your soulmate,” warned Seamus more than once. The prescience of his statement can be debated, but for Katelyn it seems too true. Katelyn Doneghan, a sturdy woman, was born of hardy Irish stock. Her father, Seamus raised her to know the ways of the world, its harshness, its cruelty; but he also instilled in her an understanding that love abounds in all creatures great and small.
By David Zinke aka ZINK3 years ago in Families