Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Seeing movement on his vision’s edge, he thinks it’s his wife walking by and turns to speak to her.
It’s not his wife, but a short and plump elderly man.
He’s astonished. Other than the color of their jackets, the man looks nothing like his spouse.
Does he tell her about this incident? Do you think he has a death wish?
A recent television ad extolling Fitbit and Google’s virtues suggests, what if the two entities combined? I wondered, would they be called Goobit or Fitle?
He has noticed that as he gets older, he more frequently pronounces things as ‘just right’. It’s like he’d becoming one of the three bears who visit Goldilocks.
The coffee shop was half full. Looking around, he counted ten other patrons. Another four people were working behind the counter. All were female except him.
He was the only male presence. The realization made him feel a little conspicuous. Being the only one present conferred enormous responsibility on him.
At least in his mind.
On many days, it’s like the muses are dropping breadcrumbs for me to follow. All I can do is scramble to get them, sometimes going back to see if I missed some, all the while trying to look ahead to see if I’m still going where I thought I was going.
He and his friend exchanged hellos. The follow up to his friend, “How you doing today?”
The other boomed a laugh. “Great. I can walk today.”
As both laughed, he said to his friend, “It’s interesting how your standards and goals change as you age, isn’t it?”
Bad weather keeps floofs inside
Where they race around, slide, and glide
Kicking dust up with their paws
Damaging furniture with teeth and claws
Picking up speed, they race and jump
Making us freeze as we hear a distant thump
Leaving us to wonder and shake our heads
Wishing they’d calm down and go to bed
He does his ‘business’
Then eats his meal
Sits and watches
Plotting a steal
Then stretches out
Taking up space
And closes his eyes
Content in his place
Michael Seidel, writer 