“Harry, it’s 10 o’clock; aren’t you going to even look for a job today,” I asked. He looked down sullenly at his coffee cup as if he had no idea about how to answer. I was confused. Harry had been an engineer for the same company, Munson Technologies, for almost 20 years (the only job that he had ever held), but technology changed and Harry no longer fit in...
***** the ravings of a lunatic. Copyrighted May 2006 by The H20wader. The editor is the Honorable Techsan, who is angry with me for all the spelling errors he had to correct. My humblest apologies to a very good editor. This is the second in an ongoing series. I will strive to make each story stand alone, but some things will carry over. ***** Judith P...
There is a refrain from a song that keeps playing over and over in my head. I don't even remember for sure where it came from. I think it was something from the Kingston Trio back in the mid to late Sixties although I wouldn't bet on it. It goes: "What to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor early in t...
This story combines my interest in NASCAR with my attempts at writing. I hope it works out. For those waiting for sequels to 'Shutdown Fever' and 'Tom Prentice, Orphan', they're coming. * Chapter 1 J.D. Smith crawled out from under the rear of the #64 stock car, and brushed off his clothing. There was no real need to do this, as the floor was clean enough...
"Guess what, Honey?" Maahir said in an excited voice on the other end of the call. "What?" Rubina asked with equal enthusiasm "I got the promotion!" Maahir said hardly able to keep his voice steady. "You are now talking to the Senior director of Marketing for the entire North East division!" "Wow!" Rubina exclaimed. "I am so proud of you, Jaan! I knew you...
I opened my front door to find that the expected smell of baking was completely absent. Before I had time to consider this anomaly, the sound of crunching feet on the drive caused me to turn to see Samantha, my wife of ten years and mother of my two kids, walking up the drive towards me. The fact that there was no aromatic sign of her usual Saturday afternoo...
This was an experiment in producing a story without dialogue, delivered as a series of monologues. I thought it was boring and didn't work, so I was going to shelve it but a few people liked it, so I hope some of you will too. There is infidelity and reference to sex but no actual bonking descriptions, so if you want something for the wankbank, give this one...
Alec's Story Jessica is a VP at the advertising agency where she has worked since we got married and moved to New York. She was English major in college and I had completed my MBA in finance at the same university at the same time that she graduated. We got married immediately afterwards and moved to New York because I had gotten a job with one of the large...
"You are going to 75 High Street, shop called Carters Jewellers." The voice came over the radio. Mark scribbled it down and acknowledged it. "Yeah, roger control, 75 High Street," he confirmed. "You have an elderly female, collapsed," the voice continued. "All received control, we're mobile." Mark put the radio back on its hook and turned to his crewmate....
Up until the last few hours I'd been waiting patiently at the Marriott Suites in Bethesda, Maryland for my contact from Washington to arrive with my money. It wasn't like Gerald Barnes to be late. If anything, he was either early or right on time. My patience was slowly turning to worry as the hours ticked slowly by. Gerald Barnes, a gentleman in his early...