Sheets pulled up tightly. Rain tap-dancing on my bedroom window. I’m guessing it’s around 7am. It’s Saturday, a lot to do, though nowhere especially urgent for us to be. She rolls her eyes, almost awake. A smile pierces the curtain… Continue Reading
With an unceremonious thud, Destiny drops a small box on the kitchen counter. It’s an ordinary-looking box, except for the slightly soggy bottom. As her boyfriend gets up with a start from the couch, she says, “Jojo, I just need… Continue Reading
“Gita, come look. He’s the one!” Gita stared at the computer and the image her aunt was tapping at on the screen. Ajeet Dhawan was twenty-nine. A strong nose her aunt remarked. Gita nodded taking in his soft brown eyes… Continue Reading
My fellow employees kept telling me, “Oh, she’s a real dragon.” I thought that meant bad, like a temper, or nasty. I pictured some hag with pointy spectacles and avoided going up to Accounts Payable so as not to get… Continue Reading
Fear is our most base instinct. Fear can be a good thing. In our days in the animal kingdom, fear kept early humans alive. Today fear can be a hell of a motivator; it can also be a hell of… Continue Reading
I didn’t understand at first, why you suddenly wanted to become a fisherman. That you wanted us to abandon the life we had built in the city, our social circle, jobs, pay checks. Leave everything we worked for behind in… Continue Reading
Ask any staff member of the Creative Street Ad Agency and they’ll gladly regale you with the legend of Tim Mulligan. An accomplished ad man, Tim exuded true passion for his role, his company, and its people. He was touted… Continue Reading
He tipped the bottle straight up over the glass and shook it. Nothing came out. Empty. After a few failed attempts to set the bottle upright, he laid it on its side and watched it roll the length of the… Continue Reading
Fred sighed and rubbed the ball of fire in his lower back and opened the door. In the short term losing the job could be good for his back, no more hunching at a desk all day, but long term?… Continue Reading
The peach tree loved the young master of the house. She loved his golden locks and sapphire eyes, and the way he treaded her branches to pick mellow peaches at the top. She loved the way he laughed, his chuckle… Continue Reading