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Departure
Stella huddled on the dock with her family, clasping hands with cherished loved ones. She tried relinquishing her ticket, proclaiming she'd rather stay behind, but they pushed her towards the boarding platform without entertaining such foolishness.
Through it all, she avoided looking in Mark's direction. His tear-stained eyes would wreck her. She was determined to wait until the last possible moment.
When there were no more moments, her family backed away, allowing the couple privacy among the sea of people. Nobody heard their whispers.
And then Stella boarded the starship, one of the lucky few afforded a chance of survival.
Our Night Out
Thomas was excited to see Our American Cousin at Ford’s Theatre. President Lincoln would be attending, and he was overwhelmed with contentment that he’d be there on the same night.
Inside the theater, Thomas took his wife’s gloved hand and offered her a seat before seating himself.
The play was amusing and colorful with a copious audience.
Above, Lincoln sat with his wife Mary enthralled with the actors, then a shot fired, and screams erupted. A man jumped onto the stage and yelled before fleeing, “Thus always to tyrants.”
That would be the one and only time I’d see Lincoln.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Houdini
I heard a story once about Houdini. He took a flight on one of the first airplanes as part of a promotional stunt. Houdini was to be chained in the cockpit and the pilot would jump out in a parachute. He'd then have to escape the chains and land the plane safely. He'd never even flown before.
The plane ended up crashing, and both the pilot and Houdini were killed, with Houdini's corpse still chained up. But then a week later Houdini was spotted performing at the Regent Theatre, Salford.
I suspect that wasn't the real Houdini on that plane.
They're Cheap
After Victor finished laying into his subordinates, he always took a long sip from his diet coke. The sucking sound he made with the straw drove everyone crazy. He found great pleasure in their discomfort.
"Well? Do any of you jizzbags have any ideas how to turn around this colossus clusterfuck?"
"We could shave costs if we automated some of the more dangerous tasks. Insurance is up 13% over last year."
"We're insuring those motherfuckers? Get rid of that. It's cheaper to pay off families after an accident."
Victor used air quotes when he used the word accident. Everyone laughed.
Monty Rediscovers Home
Six-year-old Monty, a master of his plastic sword, calculates strikes against imaginary giants while he takes cover behind backyard trees. When his mother’s voice pierces through his fantasy, calling him for dinner, the warrior boy marches home victorious.
Forty-year-old Monty daydreams of being a fearless commander defending his country against terrorists and, at night, dreams of being a superhero saving his city from crime and corruption.
While cleaning out his garage, Monty finds his plastic sword and wields it again, destroying enemies with a battle cry whoop. The brave boy/man rediscovers his inner sanctuary to face his lackluster world.
From Guest Contributor Leigh-Anne Burley
Sledgehammer
Bill had never been so in love. Kristen was to a woman like a sledgehammer is to a hammer. He was grateful that she felt the same way.
He proposed after six months of dating. She said yes. Everyone that knew them said after the first time seeing them together that they were perfect for each other.
They decided to write their own vows. Kristin told a story about telling her grandmother right before she died she'd just met the man she was going to marry. Bill told the sledgehammer analogy.
That's when she realized they were making a mistake.
Alive
Guns roared and bullets skyrocketed past my head. I ducked and took deep breaths. The man next to me bled out. There wasn’t anything I could do.
“Retreat,” the lieutenant yelled.
Retreat where, I wondered? I reloaded my weapon and aimed at anything coming toward me.
It was chaotic. Men screaming, bodies strewn everywhere. If I got out alive it would be a miracle.
Something hit me from behind. I looked and my stomach bled deep red. I crumpled to the ground, then everything went black.
When I awakened, I was on a stretcher in a helicopter.
I made it.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Belly/Belie
I remember the push of the needle through my flesh, a burst of pain, the reddened swelling, and then the bruise, spreading like a distorted coneflower from my stomach.
“Sexy,” he mutters later. He pushes my sweater higher up around my breasts, leaning in to kiss the tender flesh around the belly ring. I look up at the ceiling tiles. I close my eyes, and I imagine this ring is a portal. I crawl through the small metal circle, into the deep hull of this ship--a stowaway, hidden from view. I smile. It works. He doesn’t even notice I’m gone.
From Guest Contributor Helen Raica-Klotz
Oh Baby
He's seeking to please, down on his knees, when everything freezes.
He's holding his breath, scared half to death, then everything stops.
She's the love of his life, one day his wife, when everything freezes, his heart starts and drops.
There's not enough time, it's all a true crime. Some kind of conspiracy, no true north polarity.
His thoughts have a meter, his words want to rhyme. His raison d'etre stutters sublime.
Now it's all over, she's lost in the past. A mysterious end that happened too fast.
It just goes to show: nothing truly matters, when nothing ever lasts.
Once In A Lifetime
It was a once-in-a-221-year-event, the simultaneous emergence of two different cicada broods. One was the 13-year group. The other, the 17-year variety. So, as predicted, a trillion cicadas emerged, one-by-one, from the warming soil. Sam and Waldo were two such cicadas.
"Can you believe it?"
"What, Sam?"
"We're In the southeastern United States."
"What a racket."
Cicadas make noise through a special organ, a tymbal.
"What?"
It was increasingly hard to hear.
"HEY, WALDO?"
"YEAH."
"I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY IT."
"WHAT?"
"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU...BUT AFTER 221 YEARS, I THOUGHT IT'D BE A LOT BETTER THAN THIS."
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
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