Category Archives: Short Stories

The Mad Bomber

Daily I find myself in two constant states; simultaneously one of both composition and decomposition. Getting old, my body is quite naturally in a state of slow decomposition while my mind on the other hand is forever aswirl in a … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day

It’s Mother’s Day once again and time for my annual Guilt Trip. Throughout the whole of my childhood, early adulthood and right on up to her death I’d always missed the opportunity to celebrate and thank my mother on Mother’s … Continue reading

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Some’s Cleverer Than Others

The hackers are at it again! With a little time and effort you can become a hacker too. You can hack your own telephone’s Caller ID and with a bit more research you can even hack others’ as well. This … Continue reading

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The Love Potion

Back in my cab driving days I was dispatched to a local hole-in-the-wall tap. It was a tiny Cowboys & Indians, mostly Indians, bar. I’d been there before long ago with some older gentlemen who preferred Country Music and cheap … Continue reading

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Curiosity

Curiosity is an instinct. Whenever any one of your five senses detects something new, something different, something strange, something out of the ordinary, or even just out-of-place; – a thing you’ve never encountered before; – your curiosity instinct kicks in … Continue reading

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A Tough Neighborhood

I grew up on The South Side; spent my whole childhood there. But as a young man I lived on The East Side for a few years. I mentioned in passing I was from The South Side and somebody said: … Continue reading

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Nothing Lasts Forever

Nothing lasts forever; not even bananas. It finally came to pass, a thing I’d been dreading so long. The bananas fell from the garage. The evening of October 21st, 2017 I found them lying on the ground. It wasn’t the … Continue reading

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