I'm a soon-to-be retired paramedic in NYC. You can read my stories from the job at streetstoriesems.com.
God is a Fish
I remember the day the last shark died. News agencies from all across the globe flocked to Mexico, where “Bessie” had washed ashore. Bessie had only been discovered a few months earlier, a decade after her species had been declared extinct. With great fanfare, she was tagged and tracked in the hope that she would lead us to find more of her kind. Sadly, however, the lonely shark migrated in circles close to shore, no doubt in search of the same thing.
The Illegal Tenant
Frankie sniffed his way around his sparsely furnished one-bedroom, cursing his prostitute-lady-friend. Shauna had made him take a shower. Now, for some reason, Frankie was acutely aware of the way his apartment perpetually smelled. It was a foul mix of stale body odor, onions, and something else he couldn’t figure out. Who was she to be making demands when he was the one paying? He had even more things to do now as he searched for the offending smell.
Predators and Prejudices
Emily had to admit, the view was spectacular. The pool area of her resort overlooked the beach across the street and she watched as the waves crashed at regular intervals. She sat there with her coffee, enjoying the solitude. The sun lit up the sky in citrus hues and, for now, it was just for her alone.
The pungent odor of urine found a way to breach the barrier of dried blood in Nathan’s nose. His head was throbbing and a man in the next cell over was ranting nonstop in Russian. The icepack he received for his swollen lip was lukewarm and he was trying to use it as a pillow, unsuccessfully. There was no way he was getting any rest in this dump. Where the hell was his mother?
The Mentor's Secret Recipe
Margie Neilsen got a job at the local Walgreens that summer. It was minimum wage retail but it was air-conditioned and her best friend Barbara Leeland would be working there too.
They Don't Grow Old
In years past, a young Elsa would lament the loss of children’s games spent under the sprinklers at the municipal park. Elsa was sure her young cohorts would be having the time of their lives getting sundaes from roving ice cream trucks and attending dinosaur events at the children’s museum while she would be bored and alone visiting relatives abroad.
The Hole in the Sky
Lieutenant Colonel Marshal woke up to the sweet smell of hay. He was hesitant to open his eyes as the scent transported him back to the stable he’d worked at when he was 16. He loved horses and didn’t mind the messy labor involved in caring for them. Thinking about that time seemed to bring him a sense of happiness now but he hated that job and the rich assholes who took lessons there.
The Empty Cage
From the Desk of Mark Tipton, Ph.D, Eng.D, R&D Micron Pharmacuticals We are not responsible but we are not innocent. I am not asking for forgiveness.