Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

Creator of my own world

The Globe

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

Brian stared tentatively at the globe. He could hear the police coming up the stairs, so if he was going to do it the time was now. His mother, long ago, had told him the stories, the powers that the…

North Jersey Coast Train!

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

Departing on Track 9 for Newark, Elizabeth, Rahway, Perth Amboy, South Amboy, Matawan. North Jersey Coast Train…Alllllll Aboard! You’d take the escalator down even further below ground to track level, and as you descended the sounds of electric motors idling…

First Contact

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

He came to and looked around. He could make out a canopy of trees to either side, clear sky above and his ears were beginning to process the sounds around him. He heard rushing water and then some birds debating…

USDA

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

US Department of Agriculture.  That’s what was printed on Food Stamps when they were actually physical paper currency.  Actually, the word “Food Stamp” did not appear, the proper name was “Food Coupon”.    I would know.  They are what kept…

The Underground

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

You’ve probably not been in there but you’ve passed it many times. Under the Grand Hall of Union Station is an underground waiting room. It was the “immigrant waiting room” for those with the cheapest tickets. Later it became the…

Heartbeats

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

He was young, 35 to be exact. He kept in good shape, all his vitals were at target and he’d just had a great yearly physical. And yet there it was right in front of him on this damned fitness…

The Big Whiff

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

I saw it coming before he did. It was just too obvious…too many beers, too much PBR apparel. I saw the blonde heading to the table between us and it was like the script was already written. She seemed nice,…

Prince Charmin

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

Reluctantly he grabbed the last 12 pack of toilet paper in the store. He lived alone and didn’t need much but he was down to half a roll and even for a single guy that was cutting it close. He…

Hitchhiking

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

I’d never hitched a ride before in my life. It was the summer of 1976, a different world but not so different really. I had a job selling books and my territory was upstate western New York. Now New York…

Escape Room

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

Everyone was whooping and hollering and backslapping. Even those in the group that didn’t want to play were in the spirit. They had made the escape with 20 minutes to spare, but more importantly, they had crushed the time turned…

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