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Come Fly With Me

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

My seat mate is cool, I’ll give you that. A mother traveling on a fun trip with her young daughter. They’re both giggly, and despite EVERYTHING,  I’ve enjoyed talking with momma bear.   THE EVERYTHING It’s spring break, the plane…

The Priest

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

Father Ryan stared at the ceiling. He could hear the school coming alive with the sunrise. Students would be dressing and heading for breakfast, and after breakfast he would be conducting the morning chapel service. There was only one small…

The Roasting Pan

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

It feels a little bit like giving up. Like when you decide just to put up the little Christmas tree. The one that fits on the tabletop, because there’s really no one but yourself to enjoy it. There is always…

Székesfehérvár

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

I’ve stayed in hotels all over the world but certain ones stick in your mind. The Magyar in Székesfehérvár, Hungary. To say this was an old hotel would be an understatement. It is over 200 years old, and I am…

The Ringer

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

Her reception was entirely predictable. Stacy and Anna were the queens of the office, usually at odds, but at times like this, fearsome allies. Megan, the new stenographer had three things that were sure to stoke their fury: Stephan had…

The Gallery

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

It was quiet and it was dark. Nearly all the light came from the display cases that formed the labyrinthine path through the gallery. Dark. Quiet. Deserted. To be expected for 3pm on a rainy Monday in January. Not exactly…

Barcelona

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

The taxis in Barcelona are easy. I only had a weekend to explore and I made good use of them, alternating walking and hailing cabs. I walked from early morning to late at night in a sightseeing death march. I…

Empty

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

We’re on a hybrid work schedule, like most people in the services procession. My field, I.T., both leverages and enables it. I like a lot of things about it: more time to exercise, less money on lunches and clothes, and…

A Few Seconds More

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

Her breathing was labored, uneven. The simple, reflexive task of filling her lungs hurt and required all of her concentration. She was pulling deeply from the oxygen canister on her back. She should be elated, but her head was swimming…

Homeless

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

We pass them everyday. Here in our cities, even in our small towns. Here in the richest, most powerful nation on earth, no; in the history of earth. My parents generation used the phrase “Down on his luck.” It was…

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