Monthly Archives: May 2020
May 25, 2020 · 11:22 AM
May 18, 2020 · 11:04 AM
The G.I. began walking his second hour of guard duty, on his way to finishing his eight hour stint.
“Man, I don’t believe this,” the private, named Chet, said, “and for such a small infraction.” The sun was beginning to set and the snow falling harder now. “Of all nights to play soldier,” he said.
Chet propped his rifle against the fence and struck a match to light his cigarette only to have the wind make it an impossibility. After three more attempts, a small orange glow caught a piece of tobacco. Chet drew hard on the paper tube until the end glowed. He held the lung full of smoke, then released the vapor with a long satisfied sigh.
He trudged through the snow long enough to finish his smoke. “You can pretty much bet no one will venture out into this mess to check on me.” He knelt beside an evergreen bush then turned landing on his bottom. His feet were flat on the ground, bringing his knees up. Chet wrapped his arms around the top of his knees making a nest to place his chin. Covered in a warm coat, his breath adding to the heat in his confined area, Chet was soon breathing in a slow rhythmic pattern.
The morning dawned bright and pleasant. The sleeping private began to stir. He opened his eyes and sat up suddenly. “I went to sleep during a blizzard with my arms around my knees. I wake up stretched out on my side and it’s a summer day!” He stood taking in his surroundings. “Everywhere I look there are green soldiers scattered about all appearing as if they are readying for battle, but I see nothing to fight.”
“Boom! Boom!” prefaced half of the soldiers flying helter skelter.
“This makes no sense.” Chet began to run across the soft fur-like surface.
“You been bery bad ‘n’ you go where bad boys go.”
A fat uncoordinated hand covered Chet pressing him into the comforter. The fingers curled then raised him into the air.
“You go fwush, fwush in da potty.”
Chet tried to scream, but his mouth was covered by the three-year-old’s hand. With little warning he began to spin until dizziness overtook any semblance of rational thought. “Who knows? Could be fun.”
May 11, 2020 · 11:11 AM
One of the first short stories I penned concerned the earth being covered in water with small land masses similar to islands remaining. Commerce of a different type kept the planet’s resources strong enough to support a vibrant economy. When I think about this story, I ponder the essence of water itself, and how much we depend upon the substance even down to our very life’s blood.
When I was a child, we filled our glasses from the sink with no thought as to where the water originated. My family was in the unique position of having our home and my grandparent’s home serviced by a single hand-dug well. My grandfather had this well placed in the 40’s. When the men reached the depth of about twelve feet too much water was running in for them to continue digging so they set the concrete curb and capped it off. Believe it or not, this well has never carried more than 18 inches of water and has yet to run dry during all of its years of service, which includes today. From the time my grandfather dug the well, through my parent’s lives and even when I came upon the scene, bottled water was an unknown. If anyone entertained the thought of purchasing water the concept would be so foreign as to question that individual’s sanity.
Today bottled water is a billion dollar business annually, though many don’t realize that 40% of bottled water actually comes from a tap.
I have a deep well and decided to perform an experiment since we consume bottled water regularly. I tested water from a well-known bottled brand, water-filtered through a popular brand into a pitcher and H2O straight from my tap. The water from my kitchen sink was far and above the winner . . . go figure . . . kinda makes you think about laying out the green for a bottle full of wet!
May 4, 2020 · 11:14 AM