The July afternoon air was warm, and the sun peeked from behind a massive cloud above the city.  Margie was late. She’d promised her co-workers she’d meet them at the bar promptly at 3pm for their Thirsty Thursday happy hour. Having just closed her first advertising deal at the television station where she worked, she knew they’d understand – and the cocktails would flow in celebration whilst everyone discussed their predictions for the Y2K fallout....more

The Dream

Margie got home late the night the towers fell. Obviously no one had gotten any work done during the day as her coworkers were glued to their TV's, group by group. The chatter for each group at the State Department of Health was distinctive depending on the room you were in....more

Front and Center

Margie’s face looked gaunt as she entered the light filled room. Squinting, and shielding her face, she walked past the silent crowd and climbed the platform.The last several months hadn’t been easy. Solitary confinement never is, even if it is self-imposed. Sort of....more


After talking to an advisor on Friday morning I have decided to go the traditional publishing route for JENTRY SMILES.  She suggested that there was a greater potential for success if I were to query for a literary agent.I am in the process of doing what it takes to be successful with the assistance of the Treehouse Author Services, previously know as Treehouse Publishing Service.  I am at rest with my decision and I have found it leaves time for the bigger picture and leaves all the little details like the cover, editing to the professionals....more

The Lockdown

Majorette wore her best walking shoes, so she thought. The soles were beginning to wear, and if you looked closely, you could tell that old knee injury affected her gait. Her right shoe, all shifted and worn away to the inner man-made material, made her limp just that much more. She crossed the old highway and made her way down the dirt road toward home, stopping to shift her pack to the other shoulder....more

Early On - with edits

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written. You see, I’ve been busy clearing my closet of ghosts. It’s not just about finding the door, though it’s an important first step. It’s that once your closet has been located, you are then compelled to open it. To stick your head in and investigate.  But they’re ghosts, right?  So forget about using your eyes to see them. You only need feel the breeze as they sweep past. The electricity. The energy. It’s all quite physical: the hairs on your forearm standing at attention; the shiver that darts up your spine as the temperature drops....more


Margie moved in with Vee after a few more chanting sessions with the Buddha Life group.  They were all very happy to have her join, yet Margie couldn’t help but approach the whole scenario cautiously. By that time, she’d become aware that she was being monitored, but not understanding why, or by whom – only that it began when she’d first joined the game “Dream Life” – and worsened after she left her husband, Pete....more


As Og sat he pulled up the holographic bulletin board, and pulled his favorite laser pointer from his shirt pocket.  It was made to resemble a light saber from the movie “Star Wars” and was one of the few culturally relevant objects he treasured from Earth.“Red.” Og voiced, and the word materialized on the screen.Everyone at the table sat silently, waiting for Og to continue.“What do you think of when you hear the word “Red?”...more

The Cloud

To the naked eye, The Cloud is exactly what you might think. It lingers high in the sky, floats there, moving around our world - morphing from stratus to cumulus to cumulonimbus, depending upon how far away from the surface it wants to be.  It's not difficult to get to, you can take a plane. In fact, all it takes is one quick phone call, and it's been known to meet you half way. The inside, however, is …  Well, it's something to behold....more


As soon as Margie saw Vee kneel next to her to engage with the little boy on the carpet playing with his truck, she knew. She knew the woman was there for a reason. She could feel it.Vee was a dominating presence. She filled a room. Stocky, yet attractive, Vee sat quietly playing with the boy while the rest of the women in the room discussed their ‘mirrors.’...more