The Invisible Man
He really hadn’t meant to burn the place down. It was a joke, something to get her attention. Yet, the fire raged, the sirens screamed and the police lights flashed. Nothing ever turned out the way he thought it would. Maybe he should try a different approach. If she survived, he’d simply ask her out.
There are sounds that are unique to the deep murky thickness of the night, sounds that clothe me in a blanket of comfort and calm. I will never cease to wonder why my favorite one of all, the one I find so hypnotic and soothing, causes most women to up and leave their beds in…
Well, I am off to a good start. I made a commitment yesterday to drop 12 pounds in 28 days. Count down to Mexico! The dreaded muffin top is a tiny bit smaller this morning. I lost 2 pounds! Yes, 2 in one day! Now, yesterday was a grueling day as you can imagine. I…
There was a time when Valentine’s Day meant slipping coyly between the sheets wearing skimpy bits of satan and lace after a glass or two of champagne and a heart shaped box of Sees’ Chocolates. Those were the days, weren’t they? Remember how it was before babies? When we were young and firm and everything was right where…
It wasn’t often he had time on his hands. Normally, there was nothing but a shortage. Yet, somehow, on this rainy windy morning, he had time; time to pick and chose, time to use or waste, time to wonder. He studied the clock above the work bench hanging among the menagerie of tools. The…
Last evening was dark early and freezing cold; just as it should be in Seattle this time of year. Yet, we bundled for the elements and soaked up the infectious excitement of a toddler off to see Christmas light for the very first time. It was pure magic; the kind that warms you from…
I studied my mothers’ hands. Hands that still shone the beauty of youth behind the layers of age. Anyone could see they belonged to a woman who lived life to the fullest. Tiny sunspots dotted her skin and short nails represented a desire for cleanliness and usefulness, ready at a moment’s notice, these hands were….
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A good very short story!
I bet he doesn’t stay invisible long. Everyone will be looking for him now. It might be even harder to get that date than it was before….