In recognition of Pride Month, I offer my short story, “Drones,” a dark, zany, interracial love story between two soldiers—men—deployed in Afghanistan shortly after the official end of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”. It’s a story about levels of leadership in relationships, families, the military and similar authority-based organizations. It’s a story about the environment, ecological terrorism, and the inability/unwillingness to express compassion. It’s about love and trust.
All I really remember at this point is my brother’s carrier sliding towards the truck door, then out of it. How did he start sliding? How did the door come open? Had my mother not closed it properly? Was it faulty? Had I opened the door and pushed my brother out?
A broke security engineer obsessed with TV fights his love to steal. What happens when he accidentally breaks his prized TV, Artie, and his compulsion to watch reignites his old flame? Or, perhaps, ignites a new one? In his bedroom, he pulled out clothes from his dresser, closet, and from under his bed, assembled the… Continue reading Raincheck: Conclusion
A broke security engineer obsessed with TV fights his love to steal. What happens when he accidentally breaks his prized TV, Artie, and his compulsion to watch reignites his old flame? Or, perhaps, ignites a new one? She lightly squeezed his shoulder.The moment of awkward silence was more the norm for him these days, especially… Continue reading Raincheck Pt. 3
A broke security engineer obsessed with TV fights his love to steal. What happens when he accidentally breaks his prized TV, Artie, and his compulsion to watch reignites his old flame? Or, perhaps, ignites a new one? Somewhere in his clouded mind, he hoped theripping sound he heard was something from him.
Sōma|Flourish 