#89 The To-Go Cone

Mr. Finny owned the diner in town for over 40 years. His clients included the mayor, the city council, and pretty much anyone who worked within a square half-mile of his centrally located establishment. He was known to serve tasty food at competitive prices, and while newer, fancier, and more specialized restaurants opened around him, he… Continue reading #89 The To-Go Cone

#88 Late

There was a young person named Nate Who sometimes arrived quite late One day to a soiree He created much delay Arriving after they served the last plate! [SSDay]  

#56 Common Sense

He walks into the bank and sees the long queue line, empty as usual. Ignoring the looks of those around him, he unhooks the rope, walks beyond it, re-hooks it, and goes to the open window. He leaves ample room in the traffic jam for those entering and exiting the lane, while the commuter next… Continue reading #56 Common Sense

#87 Gene

Gene worked in a small company, there were only 623 employees. He spent his days traveling from client to client, explaining to each how working with his firm would benefit them. They all agreed, rarely turning down his proposals. It was a shame Gene didn’t get paid on commission. But the perks of the job… Continue reading #87 Gene

#86 I Think I Can Fly

“I think I can fly, Jazz”, Kitty said to her roommate. “Why do you think that”, Jazz replied. “Because sometimes, when I’m jumping from really tall things to really short things, it almost feels like I could glide up – like dip and come back up, you know?”, Kitty replied. “That’s awesome”, Jazz said. “You’re… Continue reading #86 I Think I Can Fly

#84 Isolation

“Why is Jeremy still here?”, snarled Tom. “I know, the little creep should have left months ago”, Sandra replied. Jeremy Smith, a junior-level data analyst at Strategic Data Initiatives Inc. was not well liked by his co-workers. A natural loaner, Jeremy came into the office when he chose, left when he felt like it, and… Continue reading #84 Isolation

#83 The Plant

The plant sat serenely at the side of the desk. Every leaf a memory of the passage of time. Every branch a marker of a period of its growth, periods the family had marked by hours or days or weeks or months. The plant marked them as they were – extensions of itself, new life… Continue reading #83 The Plant

#82 Bigger Things Coming

Bigger things coming, Fiction they are not. Something epic, Will Grab 82’s Spot. The Goal I have set To Have Content Abound Makes Blogging as yet Take backstage all round But today a long post Is coming your way So poor 82 is short Will just fade away. [SSDay]