Old Nick was sitting at his desk looking over a section of the list his secretary handed him.
The rumor was he checked it twice. In reality he checked it far more often, and he had the final call. The price of being the boss.
He sat there examining one of the names. The kid was on a bit of a bad streak lately but he was pretty good overall. He put a mark next to his name to give one last check before the final list was printed.
He’d have to be good for a few more days. It…
It was a rainy day, the day that I met her.
I remember the raindrops making their way down the shop windows as I walked along the sidewalk. I clutched my collar, holding it close to keep the precipitation out, and to keep the last vestiges of warmth inside my jacket. The jacket was old and worn, and it was already doing an unsatisfactory job keeping the rain at bay; I refused to carry an umbrella. My shoes splashed in the ever-growing menagerie of puddles, and I had to find some respite from the rain. …
After turning down a woman at a bar, a man has a big surprise waiting for him.
The bar was loud and packed with people.
It was truly the last place I wanted to be. I spent most of my time on the road going from small town to small town. At this point, I’d been to every little farming hamlet in the Midwest.
Alas, I had business in the city so I had to blend in with the office drones as they made their nightly ritual to the bar before going home. Their hour of cocktails serving as libations to the gods of spread sheets and TPS reports.
It was the tail end of happy hour…
I’m standing there with a box of Betty Crocker and a hand mixer and wondering what to do.
All I can think is “How did I get myself into this?”
You see I’m no baker.
I mean I know my way around the kitchen but baking isn’t my forte. I’ve mostly left the sweeter science alone.
My sister is the baker in the family, however a global pandemic she’s 2,000 miles away.
So I thought about buying a cake. I mean it’d be easy enough, just a quick jaunt over to the grocery story. …
Two people search the area around their community for a legendary figure.
We walked the same barren roads we’d been walking for years. The road and the few houses still standing never regained any of the colors they once had.
The world still carried the dull grey tones from the war. It touched everything around us. Even the trees bore the scars of a more violent time.
Our boots crunched on the gravel path on the outskirts of the burnt-out village. We walked with a purpose; it was a journey we’d been looking forward to for a long time. Our parents were both away working on the walls for the new settlement…
Jasper Ford brings the most interesting clients.
Can a lawyer handle his latest one?
It was hard to keep my eyes closed in the lobby of the lawyer’s office as the man sitting next to me wouldn’t stop fidgeting.
“I’m nervous Jasper,” he kept saying.
“I told you I’d take care of it. Stop worrying.”
“Are you sure she can help?”
“I’m confident she can handle it.”
“Even with my, uh, condition?”
I opened one and looked at him, “Quiet, let’s not announce it to the whole world.”
“Okay.”
“Just relax Tobias. We’ll see her in a minute and then you’ll be more at ease.”
Tobias Moon had every reason to be nervous but…
Meeting for coffee with an interesting character.
Matthew Donnellon
Matthew Donnellon is a writer, artist, and sit down comedian. He is the author of The Curious Case of Emma Lee and Other Stories.
