Most recently published stories in Humans.
Numbers, Ambrose’s father had drilled into him, never lie. Numbers unlock the secrets of the universe. They set you on your life’s path. And, if the practitioner is skillful enough, they can be divined in such a way as to lead to one’s fortune.
“Quiet.” “Focus.” “Focus” She dumps what it seems like a kilogram of sunblock on her already wet skin and lies back down on her soaked towel. She’s sitting so close to the shore that from time to time an odd wave splashes all over her and she has to redo her sunscreen application but she never moves.
One Day Sarah
I met Sarah when she came into the Eat-Drink just after the lunch hour rush. A blond wearing sweatshirt and jeans isn’t anything special, though she was carrying a shiny vinyl purse. It was tube shaped and a bright teal green. She asked me to bring her whatever I thought was the best lunch we had to offer. When I brought her a grilled chicken salad, she took out a small black notebook to cross something out.
It was a dark and stormy night... JK! Actually, it was an absolutely stunningly gorgeous day to be out bebopping around New Hope, PA. Sunny, about 76 degrees w minimal humidity and air so clear, smelling of flowers and hay and sunshine. Awesome! Honestly , if you haven’t been to New Hope, you NEED to go.
Destiny at the Black Cat Cafe
Our meeting was in the Black Cat coffee shop at 3. I had been nervously anticipating this day, when I would finally meet the mysterious man I had been communicating with. Would he look the way I imagined? Would we be at ease together, conversation flowing? Would that magnetic connection be there? Doubts began to fill my mind. What if I liked him too much? He said he was travelling soon. Indecision weighed heavily on me as I felt the pull, and my rational mind pulling me back.
Virgo! Virgo! Calling All Virgos
From Paul Walker to Michael Jackson, may they RIP, Virgos have been gracing this world with an infinite amount of talent and awesomeness. There is no wonder that I am without a shadow of a doubt so proud to be a Virgo. I was even born a month early because I just couldn't see myself being a Libra. No offense to Libras I have quite a few Libra friends.
The Right Place and Time
The large door was stiff. It creaked and grunted in obstinance as Chelsea and Jamie battled to reveal what was behind it. As it finally gave way, they were greeted with a lungful of dust. They coughed and waved it away as daylight rushed in and their eyes adjusted, allowing them to marvel at what lay before them.
Saoirse was surprised to see an old Indian man sitting cross-legged under the arcade. He had a sitar across his lap, his straggly grey hair and beard flowed onto his orange, ankle-length kurta and he was writing in a small black notebook. He looked up and his dark eyes met Saoirse’s.
Danger lurking at Elm Farm
Little Mo (whose name is actually Charlie, but we’ll get to that later) came home from school and saw an old scruffy man with a briefcase leaving the farm. Little Mo nodded to him as he passed, but he had never seen this man before. Something told him that he didn’t come with good news and the lights around him looked all murky.
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What we have in life that we can count our own is who we are and where we come from… right? Tradition is the backbone of structure, law, and religion, a guiding faith for morality and society. It is the root of who we are, the link to our heritage that reminds us of who we are by reinforcing who we were. Tradition does that by the very nature of what it is. Unfortunately, it often becomes a corrupting influence and the more you rely on it the more it makes you want to ignore the changes taking place all around you.
"Oh. I do like your notebook. Yes. Very petite et bijou, one might say." Reggie shifted in her seat, puffed up with pleasure as if it were she who was petit et bijou (she was NOT). Reggie's peculiarities included accepting compliments on items she'd purchased or obtained as if they were items she'd crafted herself or as if she'd conquered some extraordinary challenge, like qualifying for the Olympics. Still, she had allowed me to persuade her into signing up for this amateur writing workshop so I wouldn't feel self-conscious about attending alone. My mother used to say that good friends are always of service, and I have to say, I agreed.