The Contract

He caught up with her after lunch, outside the restaurant where they’d had their first date. He’d scraped together a little cash–enough for a drink or two–but he was relieved when he didn’t have to spend it. His last job had been a while. “Well?” he asked. Kathy shifted her weight. “Well, what?” she said.

The Really Long Conference Post

So, Pike’s Peak… Let me be honest. I did not feel good the entire time I was in Colorado Springs. Thin air, altitude, kreb’s cycle… maybe I even caught actual germs… whatever it was, I was at less than my conference-going best. I spent a couple of hours in classes really more intended for thriller

D is for Doubt

You know that “artist”? The one who sings, or paints, or writes, or… dances? Whatever. The one who makes everyone cringe, because everybody in the room—except the artist–knows how awful, and untalented she is? No one ever says anything, because “the artist” is so enthusiastic, and so earnest, and so committed. No one wants to break her heart.

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