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A Sensitive Issue

trev — Wed, 11 Apr 2012 18:33:19 +0000

“Hope’s bling’s internal.” That’s all Hope said when her dad asked about her new piercing. It was more than he needed to know.

Bang Bang

trev — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 15:22:08 +0000

Billy thought if one was good, two was better. If two was better, three’s the best. He didn’t get the math behind Russian Roulette at all.

Closer Encounter

trev — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 15:29:56 +0000

The sky opened and silver light surrounded them. “Looks like it’s our time, Steve.”

Steve stepped out of the light. “Not ours, just yours.”

What the Waiter Saw

trev — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 14:15:02 +0000

It used to be a nice place
Somehow, without anyone noticing
It became a soap opera with a good wine list.

Double shifting due to the new kid
double fisting at the bar after his first paycheck,
My aching feet and complaining knees support an
invisible willingness to clear plates and fill
water glasses with a smile.

In the few quiet moments while
they chew, sip, and nod I lean
against the oak bar and observe
eyes bounce from table to table like errant
ping pong balls.

Some put on their church clothes
Spend too much on food they can’t pronounce and don’t appreciate,
trying to convince themselves they aren’t Ralph and Alice.
But they are. Even quality tailoring
can’t hide that.

Some travel in packs, teeth glistening
armoured in tafeta, rousching, designer denim, and satin pumps
convinced they are doing battle with someone other than themselves.
They arrive as warriors, and
go home slaves.

Table, booth, or bar
it makes no difference.
Everyone that walks through the door
feels like a movie star because
it’s our job to make them feel that way.

When the chairs are up, the floors
glisten with mop streaks and the bleach
in the air stings my eyes.
I will go fetch Lisa the sous chef, from the kitchen.
Hand in hand, we catch the last train home
Our pockets fat with 15% of the dreams
the dreamers dreamed tonight.

Scientific Method

trev — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 16:09:04 +0000

Del watched first his feet, then ankles disappear.

Noting the lack of pain, he was not too proud to consider the experiment flawed

The Single Parent Trap

trev — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 16:04:59 +0000

“Do you miss Daddy?” he asked.

She took a drag from her cigarette.”Not this time,” she said. She put the gun in her purse and drove away.

Global Warming

trev — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 15:00:52 +0000

“Mommy I’m melting!

“No,” she explained,“melting is what happened to daddy at his lab. You’re just sweating because it’s too hot.”

The Donor

trev — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 23:58:31 +0000

Shaved, iodined, and chilled for surgery Steve asked, “Shouldn’t I be dead before you take the organs?”

“Spoilsport,” the surgeon replied.

Last in Space

trev — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 14:32:03 +0000

The ship lands. We step out.

Alas, no oxygen. Scientists were wrong.

Colonization plan fails. Rocket becomes tombstone.

Talk, Talk, Talk

trev — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 16:07:37 +0000