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Real time anomaly of the pay phone – coin return
Real time anomaly of the pay phone – coin return The first thing anyone notices about a pay phone is the coin return. It is the first place anyone will stick a finger when they see one. This ritual is all about the coin. The next thing anyone sees is the handset, and whether or…
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A pay phone, lost in time, rings once
A pay phone lost in time rings once The pay phone. Talk about retro bling. This one is barely there. Max stops and examines the relic from the past. He checks the coin return bin. Nothing. Next he pushes a couple of the ancient buttons on the dial pad. One of them sticks in the…
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Big fish in a little pond
Big fish in a little pond Denny was circling the pond once more. He was thinking about giving up, but it was too strange to ignore. He reaches down and grabs an old tree limb that will serve as a walking stick. Now he is walking a little slower. He isn’t exactly sure what he…
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The calamity at the red light
The calamity at the red light Time is relative. Of course, that’s easier said than understood, especially if one is a kid. Tim was a kid. He is with his mom and they are waiting at a red light. The intersection is filled with waiting cars. As Tim looks around, he can see an endless…
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A celestial view of the light poppers
A celestial view of the light poppers Chip has his own way. He has his own way for everything. This isn’t to say that he’s unable to change. In fact, he’s very flexible. Actually, he isn’t really all that flexible. Maybe that is a reflection on his mindset. Really, he can’t be sure. Furthermore, this…
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Everywhere Pedals would go
Everywhere Pedals would go (Author’s note: This story originally published on 10-29-23 at 6:30 p.m. and has been updated to reflect site updates) It didn’t happen often. When it did, there was never a crowd, at first. However, the crowd was there when Pedals left. Most were in stunned silence, but a few were usually…
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The Scene at the Elevator
The Scene at the Elevator The washing machine was broken again. it was the third time this week, and that was three too many, as far as Jill was concerned. What good is something that must be fixed every other day? She dials the number to the superintendent’s office, and waits impatiently for an answer.…
