A Time for Letting Go

morocco-123962_640Axel sang, “but why, oh why, have you left me to die? Was it nature or nurture that lead me here, oh dear, why oh why is the answer unclear?”

He stood, abandoned on the desert, and sent his song to the fleeing car.

“Tell me what did I do today? Tell me how do I prove it’s okay? Tell me, my love and I’ll change everything your way.”

His cell phone buzzed.

“Signal out here, crystal clear!” He sang before looking at the text.

“It’s because of the Michael Bolton impression. I’m leaving you.”

“That stings,” he sang, decrescendo.



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“Mack, go help that guy.”

“He looks fine, Pearl.  There’s no need to get involved.”

“How is he fine?”

“Well, he’s not screaming in agony, is he?”

“That should be more alarming.  Look at all this ice.  Poor fella could have bonked his head.”

“Look around, no one else is concerned.”

“Mack. Go help him.”

“Pearl, I’m telling you, Farmer John is fine.  Pearl, don’t give me that look.”

“You haven’t seen a look yet. Go help that poor man before that annoying dog tries to eat his legs.”

“Fine,. I’ll go ‘ba’ at him for a moment.”

“Thank you.”



The flock had seen the Great Lakes, the heads at Mount Rushmore, whatever one calls the empty space between towns in Wyoming.  They had seen these attractions all in the course of a week.

The week prior, the birds had traveled over the Appleseed trail, made friends with wild turkeys in New England and tried their best to spot early Norse settlements in Newfoundland with no luck.

Through it all the birds flew, ate and dirtied windshields with glee.

Only their leader, the wise old Frank Goose knew the true reason of their extended trip; he was lost as fu…

Just Pictures


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“Pictures.  They’re just pictures.  You know what people can do with Photoshop these days? Come on. No one will believe they’re real.”

“Reality is constructed, built upon that which people see.  If it can be seen, it can be believed.  Right now, even the possibility that something can be seen builds reality for some.”

“Dave, come on, man. Look, look, I’ll delete the files.”

“You know what people can do with cloud storage these days?”

“Nah, no, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You saw too much, Marcus.”


“I am sorry for this. You were a good photographer.”

The Castle of Doefferlien


“Interesting tidbit about the Castle of Doefferlien.  Built in 6th century, it housed the royal Doeffer family.  Little is known of  the empire as it was only in existence for 70 years when neighboring clans united under a single ruler and ultimately ate the royal family,” Sherry’s voice trailed off.  She had tried so hard to avoid the cannibalism that ended the empire.

She watched the tourists  squirm as she tried to recover the tour. “It is also asymmetrical.  Experts guess the architect was ‘messing with’ the royals. He was eaten by invaders as well.”

Dang it, Sherry, she cursed quietly.


Losing My Mind Explained (in 100 words)

“I left it on the night stand.  I’ve left it on the night stand every day for ten years.  I don’t think I know how to put my wallet any where else.  This is insane.  I’m going insane.  The other day I put a book on the dining room table, turned around and when I looked back it was gone,” Ry said, flustered, his voice muffled by walls.

“Did you check the laundry pile?” Mira called back.

As she suggested a new spot, their toddler ran by her waving a wallet over head and maniacally laughing.

“Never mind. Found it.”


Phone Call Attire


Walter straightened his tie.

“What are you up to, Wally?” Asked his startled wife, Janet.

“I’m adulting today,” replied Walter.  Cell phone in one hand, he rummaged through his wallet looking for the phone number he was to call.

“You wear a tie when adulting?”

“I’ve heard this is proper attire for such grownup endeavors.”  Walter found the number tucked in his wallet between a gum wrapper and a Lowe’s card.

“Okay, but why are you only wearing a tie?” Janet questioned.

“Ah, yes, hello.  One doctor office appointment please !” Walter said, smiling and giving a ‘thumbs up’ to Janet.



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Deleted ending: “You’re 52, Walt.”