It's Part of the Job"Come on, you lazy lump, out of bed!" A blunt tree branch that served as his father's walking stick jabbed Saisha in the ribs. The misty cloud of his dream dissipated and with it all of the beautiful colors, scenery, and girls. He rubbed his eyes and when he opened them he was greeted by his father's grey-yellow teeth snarling at him. Grey hair poked out of his nose and ears and, when Saisha tried to look away from the grotesque sight, all he saw were the grey stone walls of his carved out room."Fine, I'm up." His shortness was rewarded with another poke in the ribs. The grumpy old man went into the next room, leaving Saisha some privacy. He hobbled to the corner of the room, half-asleep and sore. He took the lid off of a small metal bucket and urinated into it, then recovered it, hiding the rank smell. It was nearly full and he would probably have to dump it today; if his father saw it, he'd make Saisha carry and dump his bucket too. He left his bedroom, holding the bucket by its cur
Spirit Bear"Just like them, huh, to keep us waiting." The man sitting in a student's school desk, to Trent's left, tapped his watch. The watch was thick and covered in silver. It had a dark blue face and undoubtedly came from an expensive company. Trent tried to lean over and catch the brand name; he liked the watch and wouldn't mind one for himself."It's an Enoxia. They don't sell them here in Canada. I could get you one if you'd like." Trent thought about the offer for one second. His boss had warned him about this though, and if he accepted he'd lose his job. In matters like these it was always a battle of David versus Goliath in terms of money they could spend. It's important not to let yourself be swayed by the money, only by the principles, his boss always said."I would like that, but I can't accept your offer, it's against our policy." Trent said and tore himself away from looking at the shiny object."I understand completely. Whether you side with us or not, there will be an Enoxia on y
The View from Above"Welcome aboard flight one-oh-seven to Detroit, Mr. Lawson." said a young woman in a blue blazer. Her red frizzy hair was tucked into a ponytail and it bobbed when she dipped her head and handed him back his ticket."Just call me Martin. Mr. Lawson is my father." said Martin, but the line of anxious people shuffled him away from the attendant. He felt the rounded edge of a suitcase dig into his back and turned around."They don't care about you anyways, sonny, it's just a job for them." The rough, dry voice came from an old man with rough, dry skin. His gnarled hands curled around the handle of the black suitcase that was pressing into Martin's back. Martin was stunned, and while he thought of something to say in return, the old man continued his assault, pushing Martin down the aisle. Martin looked back a few times, hoping the old man would find his spot and sit down. No such luck, as both men exclaimed at the same time that they had finally come to their seats. Martin lifted his bag
The Missing Mystery of Anna"Your sister's gone missing.""You don't need to say gone and missing, Ma. They mean the same thing.""Oh that's what you're worried about, not that your poor little sister has disappeared?""She's disappeared before. We'll find her, don't worry about it." I hung up the phone, unwilling to listen to any more of Ma's angry crying. This was the third time this year that Anna had left without telling our Ma. She called me every time, saying Anna must have been kidnapped or that the gangs recruited her or someone wants to harvest her organs. I didn't dare tell Ma that, more than any of those things, she would probably be abducted and forced into sex-trafficking first. That's what happened to all the girls who's missing persons reports ended up on my desk. But there was no point telling Ma because every time, Anna came back home. She never told us where she went, but she came back. Ma said "like a boomerang", I said "like chlamydia". A 14 year old girl should be able to go where she pleases
Auto-dial"Okay. Eight Six Seven. Five. Three. Zero... Nine. Now press talk. Or don't, it can wait. Take your time. You want to take your time with her right, why rush it. It should be nice and slow, you want to get to know her first, take her out to a nice movie and out for dinner. You don't want to just sleep with her right away, that's the equivalent of pressing talking before you're ready. Okay, maybe you do want to sleep with her right away, she's so cute and she's always playing sports, it would be pretty great to sleep with her. But you still want to get to know her first, so no pressing talk just yet. What if she has a boyfriend? Sure you'd probably be better than him, care for her more and help her with everything, but can you really break up a relationship? Of course not. And what an awkward situation that would put her in. Maybe phone one of her friends... they all like you, think you're a great guy, they'd tell you the truth about the whole situation. Maybe they'd even give you a sug
First Brush with DeathIt's 8:30 a.m. Las Vegas time. We've called a taxi, bright yellow, with a stereotypical Indian driver. My older sister, who has taken the driver's side backseat in every car we've ever driven in, sits in the passenger side seat today so that she can get out sooner when we drop her and my mother off for shopping, across town. I'm sitting in the backseat, drinking a milkshake for breakfast out of a cup shaped like the Luxor pyramid. We drop them off, while Dad and I decide to just head back to the hotel and gamble until lunch. The fastest way back is along the highway that skirts around the edge of Las Vegas and avoids the walking traffic of downtown. The turn off the highway is a left turn. I'm still slurping chocolate milkshake through the straw when I see it. A massive white SUV is barreling down the highway, as it should be. The taxi driver figured we could make it across in time but he figured wrong. Time slows down as I'm helpless but to watch the SUV slam into us at what will late
And Life Moves OnThough I am but a humble cage,his death filled me with incredible rage.Why is he gone?I asked myself.Why was he cursedwith such deleterious health?They fed him right,he got lots of sleep at night,they let him out to flyand get his exercise.Was it just his timeto leave us?Was it just his timeto go?I just can't believe this.I'll never get to see him grow.I've hardly had a day to mournbefore the paper from beneath me was torn.And now they're bringing in a newborn.I could've swornthat they loved him too,that he'd leave a hole inside their hearts.They should be bluewithout his chirp between my metal bars.But here she isa brand new bird.She's so young,she's barely stirred.She needs a manly cage like meto protect her from the worldI hope that's okay with you, my friend,down in the underworld.