Tag: Electrical Trade

Party On

No! No, no, no, no, noooooo! My heart was racing and all I could do was exhale. Why me? Why today? I took a deep breath, hurried to the elevator lobby and pushed the down button. The doors opened right away and I stepped inside for a ride that I did not want to take. 

A New Feature For a New Year

Last year I won a Flash Fiction contest on J.A. Allen’s website, Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins. My prize was an opportunity to be a Guest Host on her blog and write a story for the occasion. That particular story, The Connection, got me thinking about the idea of capturing bits and pieces of my workdays…

Homeward Bound

I wrote the following story in response to a writing challenge to show that history is something that we are a part of and not some far-off event. Currently, it is a few minutes after 7 AM PST, the sun is low in the eastern sky. It has been 48 years to the day since this…

Safe at Home

I stood outside my house, lunchbox in hand, waiting for Harry to stop and pick me up for the ride to work. It was 7 AM on Thursday, July 24, 1969 and today marked one day shy of a year from when we first met, and our relationship had strengthened and grown in the intervening…

Huddle up

“There were once two races of Penguins who huddled together during windstorms— one who stood still and another who constantly moved around. The race of Penguins who just stood there died. Only the race of Penguins who moved around survived. The wind was cold, causing those on the outer rim of the huddle to freeze…