To: jkroger@IT.sandoroelec.comFrom: cdavis@sales.sandoroelec.comSubj: Urgent Printer Issue Dear Jeff, I’ve been trying to print my weekly report all day but every time I try to my computer reads >>ERROR PRINTER JAM. Mr. Boisey has been bugging me to get this report… Continue Reading
We were alarmed at first, my wife and I, when the small volcano appeared in our backyard. It had sprouted up one night, like a mushroom. It was no taller than a standard Weber grill, I’d say, and about ten… Continue Reading
My future went missing at a minor league baseball game. Hurricanes vs. Growlers. It was the hottest day of the summer, and the heat bent the field, putting a mirage over everyone’s head. Then a man turned from the bleacher… Continue Reading
The muscular barbarian surveyed the circle of bodies around him, and spat in the gore-soaked sand. “Is that the best you can do?” he roared at the distant figure atop the largest of the tombs that dotted the desert in… Continue Reading
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I’m not sure who noticed it first, but we couldn’t stop laughing once we saw it. Even more amusing was the fact that only the Brits and the Australians seemed to get the joke. Hilariously, the Americans amongst the group… Continue Reading
“Mr. Thompson, Dr. Wheeler will see you now.” I follow the nurse into the narrow hallway and through the rigmarole of bodily metrics. In the examination room, she asks me to remove my shirt. I comply, blushing, directing my vision… Continue Reading
On the dawn of my forty-third birthday, I woke up and went to the bathroom just like any other day. Before my butt hit the seat, even before my underwear made it past my thighs, my womb fell right out… Continue Reading
I have all my memories stored in jars, lined up in date order. One for each year; their sizes vary depending on how many memories I have for each year. When the girls were young, and Tim was still alive,… Continue Reading
Epiphany: I need lemons. A tumble of lemons, a volcano of fresh explosive citrus, the obese mamas with that extraterrestrial shine, not those dinky rough-hide goblins lurking at the bottom of produce boxes. Fifty will do, I think. No, seventy;… Continue Reading