William Stinson
Bio
Consultant geologist. Seattle native now living in Texas. Have lived in Europe, Asia and Africa as a working geologist. Graduated from the University of Washington. married with three daughters and five grandkids.
Stories (2/0)
Isaiah's Song
The air conditioner went out two hours ago. The ceiling fan was spinning furiously, moving hot air from one location to another. No A.C. in Houston in the middle of summer was a death sentence, and I meant that literally. I checked the temperature on a digital sign across the street. The readout said 102 degrees Fahrenheit and 39 degrees Celsius, humidity 85 percent. That was a blessing; it could have been over 90 percent.
By William Stinson3 years ago in Fiction
A Box of Trouble
Sitting on the cold bench was no fun. The wind from the trains whistling exacerbated it. I checked my package next to me. It was a plain-looking package wrapped in brown paper, about as big as a lunch box. I wondered why they needed our special service. Our cost was fifty times what they'd pay for UPS or DHL. And the customer had to insure the contents. I'm with Talents Unlimited Inc. Although we courier valuable parcels, that's not our primary business. Like our name says, we supply talent most companies can't or won't. From bodyguards to Lear Jet pilots to engineers. An Aussie, Charlotte Jones owned the company. She moved to Ft Worth, Texas and hung out her shutter ten years ago.
By William Stinson3 years ago in Fiction
