Oops…

“What do you mean, ‘Oops’?”

My eyes clamped shut. My tongue moistened my lips. My heart stopped. That word has slipped out, just as my hand did. A slip later, catastrophe.

“What did you mean when you said ‘Oops’?!” Continue reading “Oops…”

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Who We Are

As Albert left his school, he saw his usual walking-home-buddy, Mr. Balance, though Albert always called him Sam.

“Hello Albert,” called Sam as his little friend walked up.

They talked about what Albert had learned in school that day as they walked down the street. But as they rounded a corner, Sam could tell Albert had a question on his mind.

“What’s up, Albert?” Sam asked.

Albert stopped, and looked up at Sam. “Sam, what do you do?”

Sam laughed. “Oh, my boy, I’m retired.” Albert looked confused, so Sam continued. “I don’t work anymore. But, when I did, I was a guard. Kind of like a police officer. I would in the Angels’ Legion.” Continue reading “Who We Are”

A Deadly Blow

Desk

I sneezed.

I didn’t think it was a big deal when I went to wipe my nose on my sleeve. Gross, I know, but I didn’t have a kleenex or tissue of any kind. As my sleeve cleaned everything, I looked around to see it anyone had responded to my sneeze.

I wouldn’t call my sneezes ‘monstrously loud’ like my sister says. Nor would I call them ‘the mating call of dying elephants in the desert’ like my cubical co-worker does. They can be loud, but no louder than anyone else’s. No different than anyone else’s sneeze. Continue reading “A Deadly Blow”