They looked so beautiful, laid out in their case on the shelf. They had belonged to his grandfather, who, family lore, had never needed to use them…
Short Story
“The Reverend Curry,” the assistant announced, holding the door open.
“Thank you, Ms. Jones-Berger. Please have a seat, Mr. Curry.” The man behind the desk steepled his fingers. “What can I do for you today, Reverend?” …
The crowd of people pushed forward off the train towards the stairs and escalators. As with any place where both are available, the people in a massive rush all queued up for the escalators, wasting their time…
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Yes, what is it?” He looks over his glasses at her.
“Sir, your 11 o’clock is here.”
“I don’t have an 11 o’clock today, Ms. Jones-Berger…
“Do you think there are giants in the woods?”
The campers laid on their backs in a field, staring up at the moon. “Do you think it’s really silent up there in space?” one asked…
A small herd of deer passed through the woods, nibbling at the leaves and shoots of the undergrowth that had sprouted as Spring began…
She didn’t trust the streetlights…
“I’m going to rip my face off.”
“Geez, Joe, why would you do that?”
“Well, you know how the old-time doctors would do the bloodletting thing?”
“I’m afraid of where this is going, Joe…
“Oh wow!” said the junior astronomer, “this telescope can really see everything!”
“Yes it can,” replied their supervisor, “it’s really a remarkable piece of equipment.”
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