SHORT STORY WEDNESDAY: Golden Opportunity

     “What can I help you with today, sir?”      “I need money, fast.”      “I should warn you, sir, that the last person who attempted robbery here is now the stuffed mermaid you see on the wall over….”      “I wasn’t going to try it.  But can you sell me something that will makeContinue reading “SHORT STORY WEDNESDAY: Golden Opportunity”

If It Sells, It Doesn’t Need To Make Sense

     To be frank, I find it easier to believe that the world is painted on the inside of a massive cosmic eggshell than that, once upon a time, a bunch of devious authorities got together and decided “Let’s tell them the world is a slightly flattened sphere and see how long we can fakeContinue reading “If It Sells, It Doesn’t Need To Make Sense”

Layers of Tolerance

     I do not write a food blog.  I have mentioned this before.  But I accidentally ran into a reservoir of “Live and Let Live” on the Interwebs, where the attitude has increasingly become “My way or you’re scum”.  So it is merely from an astonished appreciation of this hidden well of empathy that IContinue reading “Layers of Tolerance”

Sinking Sensation

     Let’s talk household chores.  I love ‘em, myself.  I am constantly amazed by the number of other things I get done by simply thinking, “Well, it’s this or do the dishes.”      Even as a child, though, I resented all the folktales which suggested that if men and women switched jobs, the women wouldContinue reading “Sinking Sensation”

Guilt-Edged Stationery

     We have discussed this before, but one of the jobs postcards tried to handle for two or three generations was nagging people to write.  It was a rule of etiquette at the time, you see.  If I write you a letter, then the ball is in your court.  Now you owe ME one.     Continue reading “Guilt-Edged Stationery”

FICTION FRIDAY: Making the Seen

     “Look, I have to climb the wall a then walk across a yard filled with gravel to get to Darkhaus the Dire’s dungeon door.”      “Yes, sir.  And those Slippers of Silence will get you across the gravel without disturbing a single pebble which might alert a watchman or guard dog.”      “I don’tContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Making the Seen”