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-1962-thirteen skips. We were playing alongside the monoliths of Stonehenge when I picked up this rock. I thought it was a trilobite. It wasn't. It was just a flat rock. I knocked off the muddy crud that covered it and saw it to be a perfect skipping stone, so I sent it sailing across the... Continue Reading →
1962- thirteen skips~~~~~>>> (section six) <<~~~~~6~~~~~>> Denise and I, half-listening from the back seat, were finding it hard to accept that we had worn ourselves out. Our eyelids were weighing towards our cheeks, our minds beginning to wander as we leaned slowly towards the other on mom's side in the back seat. Our shoulders touched.... Continue Reading →
1962- thirteen skips~~~~~>>> (section seven) <~~~~~~~~~~ EPILOGUE ~~~~~~~~~~> The next morning was Saturday. Mom let us sleep late on Saturday, but it was usually her who would actually sleep until nine. We had cartoons to watch, and Saturday morning was when the best ones were on. It was also the only day Mom let us... Continue Reading →
Photo by Simon Berger on Pexels.com(1,310 words, 7 minutes read time) a bit of a rant. maybe... <~~ALSO POSTED SEPERATELY IN "SERIALS" AS A FIVE PART SERIES~~> I'm never really sure how these things get started. Often, I don't even know where they began. I only know that frequently, material, time, and effort suddenly disappear... Continue Reading →
(obligatory photo security photo (1/251) My apologies! The cleaning party scheduled at our house tomorrow has been postponed indefinitely. My father-in-law has taken a slight turn for the worse. Not terribly worse, but worse enough for my wife to delay her return home for a bit longer. Also, while in Jaipur, she’s had an opportunity… Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories Dear readers: this is the second installment of the first chapter of "The Salvations of Abda." I must have neglected to save a more embellished version of it, therefore, it is what it is. The text itself is still accurate. I will be taking a break from... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories. My wife, Nalini, meant it as a joke- "Why not register Adba as an ESA animal, now, before we go to India?" Abba, which means 'calamity' in Sanskrit, is our rescued animal. We recently saved her from the Santa Fe Animal Shelter, where she had been abandoned... Continue Reading →
>~~~~~ 2025 ~~~~~< (251 words, 1 minute read time.) A woman, her presence secured by a pair of black Escalades and a small detail of Secret Service agents idling beyond and just outside of the Washington DC Hindu Temple which the woman had just entered. It was Second Lady Usha Vance. She greeted us with… Continue Reading →
Page break 2. The Indian Ocean -wip- The cat, in my mind I was already calling it Dirty Socks, the same name I knew my past murdered father had called his cat, as well as my grandfather did his. Incarnation? What other word could I use for this version?. It seemed to pay no mind... Continue Reading →
NOTE: Galley Proof! Author and Editor eyes only! Not intended for publication! I was on deck when dawn morning sun rose, a blurry silver disk low in the east. It was cool and damp. I was still in my light bedclothes but wanted to be on deck to look about and to check the anchor... Continue Reading →