The Big Smear
A Short Story . . .
A Short Story . . .
Ezekiel Evans looked out the front room window. A snow-buried Camry sat dormant under the streetlight. “Still there” Ezekiel said to the glass reflection of Tonya decorating the Christmas tree. He stood there another minute to reassure himself and then returned to his chair. “You never know what will happen next around this doggone place.…
What’s that you say? You’ve just arrived from Cyprus and you are new to the area? And, you’ve heard some incredible things? You want me to tell you all that’s happened? Come in for some water and …some bread.
From the beginning, Peter had the determination of three boys his age. Out of earshot, some called him “stubborn” and “bull headed”. Others called him “a little terror”. And others, teachers mostly, said he needed medication just to be around. His parents, a minister and his wife, called their gift from God “Mr. Resolute”. When…
(Begin recording) Ahem . . . A dust collecting barge circling the globe is not the most exciting life. And, when I say “circling the globe”, I don’t mean chugging down Amsterdam canals one week and slogging down Bangkok Klongs the next. I mean orbiting the globe. Dealing with circumplanetary dust – comet dust, asteroidal…
Nils and Samantha left Syracuse at midnight. The drive in their new 2021 Tesla Model S Long Range Plus would take about twelve hours with stops. Nils, Henrik’s oldest, lived the farthest from his father, who lived in Chicago. The pair were expected at noon, according to the invitation they received: Come at noon on…
Halloween 2026. It is now the sixth year of the COVIDization of the earth. The “natural” approach for your body is considered foreign, extreme, and unacceptable. Injecting foreign substances into your body has become the prescribed and enforced way of life. Getting the jab is compulsory. The enforced mandate way of life has become the…
The foul stench of burning lithium batteries – thermal runaway – mingled with the rancid smell of decaying protein – rotting victims of spike protein injections – fills the air. The reek, still in my nostrils from yesterday’s walk, lays on my tongue as a putrid tasting film. The heavy odor of gases formed by…
It was 8 o’clock. Carl was late and not moving. Idling black buses with grating on the windows and large “In Science We Trust” logos on the sides backed up the streets of Whatchit. Carl hoped he wasn’t too late. Carl finally saw the opening. He revved his bike, weaved between three buses and entered…
“Mom, you know what Zoltar said?” “Who’s Zoltar, Jimmy?” “He’s the guy in the machine at the arcade.” “You down there again? Didn’t I tell you and your friends to go play baseball. A little dirt and sweat is good for you.” “Aw, Mom, we’re just hanging out, we ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong.” “Maybe so,…