I have spent most of my life traveling around the US and the globe. Now it's time to draw on these experiences and create what I hope are interesting fictional stories. Only you, the reader, can tell me if I've achieved my goal.
Cause of Death
It’s a given that everything, be it mountains, oceans, rivers, plants, animals, and people die. No matter what it is, at some point, it will cease to exist. If birth and death are the only constants, why are we so interested in what caused a particular death? Why people seem to be fascinated with the cause of death rather than simply accepting the fact that he or she died, is a mystery. Morgan couldn’t answer that question, but he was glad people had such morbid curiosity.
House of Mirrors
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. That didn’t surprise me because I maintain this Fun House. The mirrors in here were designed to distort people’s images and create confusion as the patrons moved along a dimly lit path. People laughed at their elongated or squatty reflections. They teased their friends about how big or small they looked in a particular mirror. It was all done for a laugh, at least that is what I thought.
It’s been a grueling winter and I must admit I haven’t given my car the tender loving care it deserves. I probably hit every pothole from my house to work and back five days a week. Now my steering pulls to the right and the front end shimmies at highway speed. Just to make things more interesting, the check engine light went from occasionally blinking yellow to a steady red. It is time to pay my neighborhood mechanic a visit.
A man with a limp stopped on the shoulder of the seemingly endless road to rest for a short time. There was no reason, other than habit, for him to rest at the shoulder instead of the middle of the road since he had learned long ago that he was its only traveler. Other roads existed; some ran parallel with the road he traveled, others occasionally intersected it, but most went in a totally opposite direction. The only similarity that all the roads had was each one took its solo traveler to wherever their eventual destination might be.
I never thought it was possible to feel this cold and not be dead. People were told they had options when the planet’s surface began to die. Just be more conscientious about what you consume, stop producing greenhouse gasses, be eco-friendly and the planet will repair itself. Sure, the ice caps will melt and the average air temperature will rise a few degrees, but that’s okay, the planet will become one big tropical paradise.
“Ralph!” “Yes, dear.” “I’m having the girls over for a late afternoon get-together, so you’ll need to find someplace to go for three or four hours. I’m sure you don’t want to be hanging around the house while a bunch of women are yakking away about things you have no interest in. Honestly, I don’t think men have anything interesting to talk about. It’s always sports, cars, or politics. Can you do that?”
Winston hated lists. The only thing he hated more than a list was how restricted he felt every time he had to work through one. At work, he attended the obligatory weekly meetings where one manager ran down the items on a list that must be completed without delay. A different manager would then take the floor to follow up on the list from the week before. Of course, as each item was mentioned, the obligatory “Check” was articulated.
Partners in Crime
“Hey watch where you’re walking, you big lug—I could have been killed, and it would have been your fault!” Dickson looked all around and couldn’t figure out where the voice was coming from. Besides, it really didn’t matter. He was on a job with a tight timeline, and there was no room for distractions. He raced across the darkened showroom, bypassing the display cases filled with cheap costume jewelry, and ran toward the office door. His intel had told him that’s where the safe was located. What it didn’t tell him was there were two doors, one on either end of the back wall.