RECORDING MOMENTS IN TIME

Seated in darkness, Susan finds herself surrounded by lingering memories. It was here that fateful night her world changed. The formation...

Cord, sitting back, arms crossed, shared his meeting with Susan. Wondering what to expect. Imagining the worst. I sit, feeling...

Years ago, employed by educational organizations, I was hired to evaluate materials. Curriculum to be purchased and used by hundred of...

Watching America’s Funniest Home Video, I wonder how humanity has survived. The things we do, unaware of the consequences, an action...

“I’ve seen wanted posters. He’s wanted, you’re wanted. Seems folks are hunting for your crew,” said Susan. “Proves nothing. Today, this...

We sit silently around the oval altar suspicious of players, heads bowed, hunched over game masters, calculating the odds of success. Old...

‘Tis true, I’m tired of life. Which differs from I’m tired of living. Each day filled with mundane task. Heard an interesting term upon...

“Ms. Tucker.” Standing at the table. A crudely written menu in hand, “You’re back.” “As promised.” Passing the menu off to another...

Van Gorder, Dave, major league baseball player, catcher for the Cincinnati Reds. Among his talents, throwing a runner out attempting to...

Lunch hour in the rear-view mirror, the restaurant empties. Matched couples. Old friends, three elderly men, then a group of eight mature...