Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

Creator of my own world

Baggage Claim

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

“Hi. We just landed.” “We? Who else is with you. You told me you were traveling alone.” Sighs. “Just a figure of speech honey. I’m with a whole planeload of people.” “Like the last time? Are you sure Heather isn’t…

Zero Degrees of Separation

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

“The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day”* We’ll call her Judy. Not her name but if you’ve been around Indianapolis for 30 years or so you’ll remember her. She looked like a news anchorwoman because, well, that’s…

Sacrifice

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

I want to ski on wooden skis I want to wear wool that’s not olive drab Drinking ice cold beers and mixing high balls I’d sit in front of a fire With a curly haired blonde We will remember the…

Mrs. Wheeler

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

I’m not sure what her maiden name was but it sure as hell wasn’t Wheeler. She was as Hungarian as Hungarians came but she married a guy by the name of Wheeler. He was an airplane mechanic for a huge…

The Characteristics of Happy People

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

I’ve had the opportunities to make friends and acquaintances from all over the world. From different faiths, political beliefs, and personality types. I at one time had Christian friends from Lebanon and shortly after that a Muslim roommate from Lebanon.…

The Dark

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Sam woke up with a start. Where am I? He was slightly panicked. He had never been in a room this dark before. Not a hint of light. Then he remembered, he was at his Aunt’s house and had never…

It’s Not My Job

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

The other day some blowhard posted on LinkedIn “Never say it’s not my job. It’s arrogant”. Bullshit. What’s “arrogant” is someone not hiring enough staff and making their employees shoulder the load; then acting like they’re a big success. Sure,…

Talking In Cars

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It’s dark out. It always is. These conversations only happen at night. Daytime shines a light too bright. You need darkness, lit only by the glow of the dashboard lights so that you can reveal only what you want; keeping…

Late…Again

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

“MOM!!!! I swear we were going to be here on time. Early evening!” Shelly’s mother stared a hole in her. “Look, I know it’s hard to believe but I swear it’s true. It’s not fair! We left the movie early…

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