(Day 64) Real Time - Death
I don’t know how to deal with death. Or, at least I deal with death differently than others. When my grandmother passed away (the only I knew), I remember…
Michael Wayne LeBlanc
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(Day 62) While You Were Out
The cycle of life is thus: you live, you die. Sure, a plenthera of things take up the spaces between these two stages, but ultimately - for such a small race…
(Day 61) Compromised
“Quickly,” she hissed. I could barely see her, crouched as she was. But at her insistent waving of her hands after I finally made eye contact with her, I…
(Day 60) We've All got Our Problems
They sat at the table for an hour without saying a word to each other. In the stony, deafening quiet he read his paper as she fiddled with her hair. Outside, a…
(Day 59) The Worst Laid Plans...
Get the suitcase... check. Check the contents... check. Kill the other men in the room... pending. Frank crouched behind the crate and felt both holsters at…
(Day 58) Ants: A Retrospective
“You know where ants come from?” My son sat the ground between my feet and his small, pudgy hands were streaming sand and dirt down to the ground like a human…
(Day 57) Humanity for Humans Lost
Forget this act of kindness, please. Just look the other way and pretend I wasn’t there to pick you up. Don’t turn and give me some bewildered look due to my…
(Day 56) A Story
“Fifty-six times,” he muttered as he sat at his dinng room table, iPod in hand. “Fifty-six times I’ve sat here and tried to think of the opening line.” He…
(Day 55) It Sure Ain't Signal Goop
Jess strong-armed Frank back into the tent and took two steps past him to stoop in front of the desk. Instantly she pinched her nose and took a look back at…
(Day 54) Ode to the Last Slice of Bacon Alfredo Pizza
It only took eighteen steps for me to put my memories behind me and bring your face into view. This is the biggest mistake of my life, but I’ll never regret my…
(Day 53) Morning at the Uncle's
“I can’t find a single thing in this drawer,” Matt complained as he shoved the contents aside with increasingly impatient swipes. “What is this one even for?”…
(Day 52) One Fine Looking Deck You Got There
The deck laid on the pedestal, the bright bulb above of warming both it and the air above the fifty-two cards. There isn’t much security in the room; outside…
(Day 50) Eric's Game
“Remember that time you said you wanted to play chess?” Eric approached me from across the park with an oblong box tucked firmly under his arm. His grin was…
(Day 49) Plummeting for Grief
Echos of my brother’s words resonate between my ears, cascade down my spine, and rev up my heart to a jackhammer-like staccato beat. He only said it once, but…
(Day 48) The Art of Shadowing a Lion
The car smelled of smoke and unwashed bodies. The stakeout had gone on too long, but neither one of the men were willing to lay aside and go home. The driver…
(Day 47) Mental Liquidation
“Thank you,” I say as I stand smoothly out of my chair. The weight of ceiling starts to make the structure we’re in groan as I bring my attention upwards. I…
(Day 43) Mental Anguish
Every atom in this room vibrates with a frequency I can hear. You know how when you enter a room with something on (say a TV, a unstable florescent light…
(Day 42) The Questions
What is life? I sit at my desk now, staring at a picture of me and my friends. We were college buddies and before that neighborhood friends. Now... we’re pen…
(Day 41) Cheer
“Show me your wares, peddler.” The weary-eyed man stopped on the street, his hands still in his pockets. He had been looking down the entire time he had been…
(Day 40) The Worst Timing
“It’s not like you could die from it,” he teased. “Weirder things have happen, Greg.” She crossed her arms, leaned back in the metal chair and sighed. “And…