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Making It Work, Part IV
“You love that phone more than you love me!” she said.
He looked squarely at her and said coolly, “Yes, I do. It does more for me than you ever could.”
A short time later, he watched as her ship dwindled from sight and looked at his phone, “No goddamn signal,” he said and sighed.
Making It Work, Part III
“It’s not you, it’s me,” she said. “I just need to be alone for a while.”
I said understood and left her on an asteroid.
“It really is you, you prick!” I heard her scream as my ship passed beyond the range of her suit’s radio.
Making It Work, Part II
“I need some time for me,” he said so I respected his wishes. I threw him out of the airlock and told him to take all the time he needed.
Making It Work, Part I
We needed to spend more time together if we were going to make it work, that’s what we agreed on. I crashed our ship on an airless bit of rock in the outer asteroid belt and now we have all the time in the world. At least until our air runs out.
Void (A Haiku Story)
Man is a dead void
wrapped loosely in hot skin. When
the skin sloughs off, run.
Sinking (A Tanka Story)
I float on the water
under the warm sun, bobbing
gently on the waves
as I listen to the shrieks
from those trapped in the sinking ship.
Tree Song
I’ve got a tree growing from my head. (strum, strum, strum!) Why is there a tree growing from my head? (strum, strum, strum!) Please get this tree out of my head. (strum, strum, strum!) It makes my skin itchy. (strum!)