“Delia, you’re getting married?!” said Sandy.
“Yes. Roy and I were computer matched.”
“Does that really work?”
“We’ll soon find out. The wedding is set for next week, and you’re invited.”
The ceremony goes off without a hitch, and the couple honeymoons in Hawaii. When the newlyweds return, Delia again meets her friend for lunch.
“How’s the bride?”
“Already? Give him a chance.”
“There aren’t enough chances in the world.”
“Did you complain to the computer matching service?”
“What did they say?”
“They told me to put him into the recycle bin.”
“And … ?”
“Then they emptied it.”
(Posted, with picture, to a page on the F.F.F. website.)
Jack concluded that his life was just a prolonged conspiracy, based on the compromise of his dreams. He also believed this concession of his existence leaned heavily on his imagination’s innate ability to concoct and conjure endless illusions, to combat, confound, confuse and abuse any aspect of the reality that engulfs him.
Being both pious and a hypocrite, Jack arrived at an epiphany that brutally revealed him as just the hollow shell of glory and defeat, charged to retreat into the dark basement of his parents’ home, where he was destined to disintegrate in the wake of a video game.
He tilted the screen of his laptop forward slightly to eliminate the glare of the morning sun. He liked to skim the headlines in the morning, especially business news.
After nearly four decades in business, it was hard for him to pull away entirely. He liked knowing who was winning and who was losing.
As he sipped his coffee, he thought of how he had longed for peaceful mornings like this for so many years, how he had thought he might never break free from the stress. Now he looked down at his cell phone and wished someone would call.
We ran to our fort in the woods that was little more than a rut in the ground. Our imaginations made it something more, though, and it suited us fine.
My baby brother in the pine needles. He spoke to me, but I hadn’t heard, distracted by birds.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I hope he never comes back.”
I imagined I could hear a bird expanding its ribcage in song. I took my brother’s hand while he wept.
We ran home.
Dad’s truck wasn’t in the driveway.
Thankful, we ran some more. Our chests extended, vibrating, in perfect harmony.
Mother hedgehog was heading home to her babies. Reaching the grassy verge of the busy road, she suddenly felt a sharp pain. She struggled there for hours, strength fading, until the dog discovered her. The little girl, his owner, begged the people at the nearby Nature Conservancy Center for help, but to her dismay they just said, “There’s nothing we can do; let nature take its course.”
Next day the little girl returned to the tragic scene, where the spiny cadaver lay at the bottom of the hedge, one of its hind legs still snagged on the barbed wire fence.
(Originally published to LinkedIn)
Kindergartner Timmy jumped when he felt something tickle his feet. Looking down, he widened his eyes as he saw a small, furry creature smiling at him. Timmy grinned back. A new friend! How exciting!
Timmy and Furry explored the yard, laughing and having fun. Best of all, no one but Timmy seemed to be able to view Furry. The gears in Timmy’s head grinded as he imagined all they could do together.
Then Timmy woke up. Only a dream? NOOOO! His lip quivered, when he felt another tickle. Pinching himself, he laid eyes on Furry–for real. Life was good!
Donald Trump loves to call Washington “a swamp,” but that land never existed outside of political fiction.
Another city exists beyond Official Washington. For natives, the city limits are set by two rivers: the Anacostia and the Potomac. The terrain consists of hills, parks and forestland. The city even has a wealth of urban gardens and some urban farms.
Rock Creek park holds the zoo, a nature center, stables and trails. East Potomac Park is where locals go to play. Every neighborhood has its own history.
Ultimately, Washington is a series of schools, churches and households where ordinary people live.
We’d been anticipating the Hendersons’ dinner party for days.
“You’ll get the chance to enjoy your neighbours, the Walkers,” said Mary Henderson. We looked forward to meeting people from our quiet cul-de-sac.
That evening, Dan ushered us in. “Come! The Walkers are in the dining room.”
We’d expected two others, but Jane and I were the only guests. Our meal was heavily meat-based – a terrine, then a tasty pie. Eventually I said, “I’d understood our neighbours would be here?”
“They were,” Dan said. “On the table. The Davidsons are coming tomorrow.”
Jane and I shivered. We heard the lock turn.
Happy Friday! A 100-word tale in the wake of Hefner’s death.
(Untitled), by Amy Friedman
(LinkedIn story, originally posted Friday 9/29/17)
When I was in my 20s, a fellow took me to the Playboy Club in New York City for our first date. Who does that? Talk about clueless! No, I never went out with him again. The second? I was dating a truly awful fellow – so awful my mother nicknamed him The Vermin. He cheated on me with a Playboy Bunny. She left her outfit at his house. Did I try it on? Of course! How could I miss such a cultural opportunity? Those outfits were truly awful – they could practically stand up by themselves, they were so boned.