The Coffee Pot

Rico listened as the coffee pot puffed and huffed. Water heated and ran through the intricate system that made modern life possible. He loved that sound. As the coffee pot went about its work, Rico sat at his computer and prepared to do his work.  Code, formatting, pictures and content would rule his day.  His … Continue reading The Coffee Pot


Not on the Activities List

The dinner table was set, food plated and the family looking forward to another meal together.  Forks clattered as they twirled spaghetti round and round and conversation began to swirl. "Winter is coming up pretty quick.  We should start thinking about indoor activities to fill the day," mother said to father. "Do you have anything … Continue reading Not on the Activities List

New Street Signs

  "What the crap is this?" Jago asked. "The pedicab sign?" Jo needed clarification. Jago sighed.  He knew his old stomping grounds had changed, but the pedicab sign changed confirmed his fears.  "You remember growing up around here?  Signs were all about no skateboarding, no loitering, no this and no that." "Pedicab is progress then, right?" Jo pondered. … Continue reading New Street Signs

The Fatal Flaw of Candle Shopping

"Ashes, Ashes we all Fall Harvest," Lilly read the label of the candle in a Ball jar, "bit dark, but it smells nice." "Hey, come check this one out, 'In the cold November Rain'," Ivan called over, "it smells like rain and wet top hat!" "This place has some neat options; Cumin feel the noise,  Why is Cucumber on … Continue reading The Fatal Flaw of Candle Shopping

Getting Older (in 100 Words)

Baxter stared at the ceiling.  He pressed his right hand, balled into a fist, against his chest and took repeated deep breaths. "You okay?" His roommate asked, hearing the sounds of obvious discomfort. "You know what they need to talk more about in school?  Or at least before you're 30?" Baxter questioned. "What's that?" the roommate … Continue reading Getting Older (in 100 Words)

Making the Bed (in 100 words)

"This is it.  This is how I die.  What a fitting end.  Ha! Ugh, no one around to hear that one," I say aloud. "Are you stuck in the sheet?" my wife asks as she enters the room. "These fitted sheets are out to destroy me," I respond from within the confines of a fitted sheet.  The … Continue reading Making the Bed (in 100 words)