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.

The Chart


“Quite a chart. What’s the data?”

  “Our Slack bot. When called, it DMs a picture of a pig in boots to the entire team.”

“How does that help?”

  “No idea, but we have 27,000 daily users.”

“I don’t understand what productivity means anymore.”

  “No one does, Char. No one does.”

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A Very Quiet Six Word Story


The Invisible Man was shy too.

Weekend Haiku

Saturday, kids run. 

Monday still so far away. 

Sunday drink coffee.  

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.”


We’ll Call it Good At Six Words

Maybe not so much ‘stories’, but here are some six word ‘thoughts’.  Or “general observations of the world done briefly’.  Or ‘end of the week, have to scream”

Aisle blocked! Look at other stuff.

Monday arrived like a bear attack.

Spreadsheets starting to look all alike.

Unknown caller goes to voice mail.

Door knock better mean pizza delivery.

Camera roll full of deep regret.

He forgot the chore list. Mistake.

Dropped knife. Don’t scream; children sleeping.

Surprise beep! Forgot about enabled notifications.

Neighbor’s dog poo’d on my yard.

Black out curtains have a problem?

Book shelf read. Hit the store.

The beast was bigger than imagined.

He entered the room to stares.


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Lynn Hears the News

Lynn stepped out of the grocery store with the usual items in plastic bags she always felt guilty about using.  Bread, milk, eggs, some fruit and a pack of gum.  It was a normal day.  The sun shined above, birds tweeted in the tall oaks that surrounded the store and other shoppers gave awkward smiles to each other as they passed.

She walked to her car, popped the trunk open and hoped her milk would not topple over if she turned right too hard.

Before she could make her way to the driver’s seat, the ground beneath her rumbled.  The source of the disturbance showed itself quickly as a convoy of camouflaged trucks rolled down the main road beside the store.  Sitting inside the trucks were soldiers in gas masks and elaborate protective gear.  Odd drill Lynn thought as she stepped into the driver’s seat.

Turning on the radio, the afternoon DJs were just ending a caller.

“Whoa there now, profanity kills the line,” said ‘Leadbelly’ Tom, co host of the Snark Before Dark Show.  He could be described as the ‘squirrel’ host; high energy, little focus.

“Yeah, sorry folks,” apologized ‘Big Belly’ John.  His soothing baritone voice made him the one to always issue apologies for vulgar callers.

“Still, for those heading north you apparently want to ready yourselves for the zombie apocalypse,’ Tom said.

“Which brings up an important topic, Tom.  How would you survive the Zombie hordes?”

Lynn stopped listening and returned her attention to the military convoy.  They were going north.  They were wearing some very odd gear.  She wondered if Snark Before Dark had just accidentally broken the biggest news story of the year.

She started her car and called her mom.

“Mom,” she said when the phone was answered, “get the kids ready for a trip, would you? I’ll be home in about ten minutes then we’re heading south.”