For my birthday, my wife drove us to San Antonio and we spent three days at the Hotel Valencia on the Riverwalk.
I’ve been on a diet for a while, so eating at all these fancy restaurants along the river kinda wore me out.
Still, it’s a nice atmosphere, and we had a good time.
Especially at Michelino’s, an Italian place. The salads were excellent, the dinner was superb, and the Chianti went well with the dinner.
Plus, I got carded.
Me. Who just turned forty-one. Carded.
I was flattered, until later on the waiter said “Oh, we card everybody.”
Category: My stories
Notes
You are gone, and I miss you.
I want to write a story for you.
To remember.
I sit here, pen in hand, but the page is blank.
I cannot stop crying. My tears cover the page.
I crumple it up and toss it away.
The floor is covered with tear-stained pages.
So, still crying, I go to sleep.
In my dream you pick up the pages, smooth them out, and sit down at the piano.
Your hands hesitate, then, reading stains as notes, you play.
It is beautiful.
I can stop crying now.
And write this story for you.
The Darkest Dark
I sat down, closed my eyes, and imagined the darkest dark.
There’s always light coming through your eyelids or the blankets you put over your head.
That’s when you have to step away from yourself, leave senses behind, going where no light will reach you.
My friend was puzzled by this, and asked “Why are you trying to imagine the dark?”
And she told me to see the brightest bright.
“Won’t that burn my eyes?” I asked.
I heard nothing, so I lifted the blankets, turned on the light, and she was gone.
She doesn’t need to imagine it anymore.
Noodge
My people worship Noodge, God of Constant Guidance.
There’s no priests to spread His word or prophets of His revelation, as He is here with us.
That’s him at the bar, the guy in the robe drinking a beer. That’s Noodge.
He is always telling us what to do, how to do things, and constantly judging us.
What? You don’t see Him? You don’t hear Him telling the barkeeper how to best pour a beer?
You’re serious, right? Heresy’s a dangerous thing. Noodge might hear you and… well, He just nags us more.
(Teach us how to ignore Him too!)
Drip Drip
The city needed more water, and for that they needed another reservoir.
Engineers surveyed the state and determined that our valley was the site.
The towns of Glade and Riverbank were offered buyouts, they voted in favor of them, and people moved away as all they knew was razed.
Even the cemeteries were emptied and relocated.
When the dam was completed, water covered the remaining cellars and streets slowly as the lake filled up.
Every year, I row out and toss two wreaths onto the water.
I drive back to the city, turn the tap, and watch the drip… drip…
Twins
I was so simple before.
If you have two genetically identical children at the same time, they’re called twins.
But if you take one embryo and implant it in another woman, are they still twins?
What if you take one egg, replicate it a few times, and implant them all together?
Twins? Triplets? Quadruplets?
And what if you don’t implant them all at once? Maybe wait a year or two between pregnancies?
Are they now clones?
It’s so confusing. Makes it hard to buy just the right card, too.
Are you my brother?
Are you my mother?
Are you… me?
Smart?
Okay, so I bought myself a smartphone. It’s got a screen you can touch. You can load programs into it, they call them apps these days.
It has more power in it than they had in all the computers back in the Sixties. Which, yeah, it sounds impressive, but people had a hell of a lot more fun back in the Sixties with rock and roll, free love, and all the weed you could smoke.
Here I am, alone with this thing I my hand, tapping at it like a raccoon compulsively washing it’s food.
Smartphone? Kinda dumb to me.
Burn The Ballots
General Molotov ordered the ballots burned, declaring martial law.
When the people whispered revolution, the state police arrested any they thought capable of that threat.
Even the would-be president, who was put under house arrest.
He looked over the papers, nodded, and asked for supplies necessary to endure his imprisonment.
The general looked over the list, found some items unusual, but had them delivered anyway.
Down in the basement, workmen assembled an engine and a massive pair of legs, and soon enough the house got up and walked into the capitol.
The general’s last words were: “Wipe your feet, please.”
But With A Whimper
So, the world ended yesterday.
After years and years of people saying the end was near, when it finally came, it wasn’t really all so bad.
In fact, if people had known exactly how the world was going to end, I don’t think they’d have freaked out about it so much.
Especially the guys walking around in sandwichboards, waving signs and shouting THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH!
When the end came, I saw one of those guys just sitting there and smiling.
So, I joined him, and we watched the world end together.
And the new one begin.
Christmas 2010
Despite the cold, I will go out today. I do this every Christmas.
I bundle myself up with a thick coat, woolen cap, gloves, and scarf.
Then, I walk the streets, handing out ten dollar bills to the homeless.
“Go get yourself something,” I say. “Merry Christmas.”
They smile and thank me: “Bless you!”
I don’t wait. I keep walking, handing out more bills.
When I run out, I put my cap, scarf, and coat on a sleeping drunk.
Yeah, they money’s counterfeit. Witnesses will point this dumb sap out to the cops.
Time to move to a new city.