tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post7405410860524472728..comments2024-03-24T11:17:10.498-07:00Comments on Unemployed Imagination.: 2 Minutes. Go!JD Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-4839773799628301302022-11-04T08:35:15.645-07:002022-11-04T08:35:15.645-07:00This a cool piece. I like the contrast and texture...This a cool piece. I like the contrast and texture, the juxtaposition of apocalypse and normalcy. You really tapped into something here. I would definitely keep reading.JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-51750719899639238142022-10-30T08:47:47.292-07:002022-10-30T08:47:47.292-07:00
Impermanent Waves:
The missiles were still flyin...<br />Impermanent Waves:<br /><br />The missiles were still flying. The hotel had been shaking for more than ten minutes, ringing the surface of my coffee with Jurassic Park ripples. It was a Wednesday in July, close to the end of our doomed civilisation.<br /><br />But I couldn’t fault the table Thomas had given me.<br /><br />The Hawks and the Doves had been hard at it for weeks, warring factions, both in America and China. The big Russian bear had also been growling - Glasnost was forever a thing of the past; its foreign borders irrevocably closed yet again. And then North Korea decided it was also spoiling for a fight.<br /><br />But it was business, as usual, here on the patio at Tom’s Seafood Diner.<br /><br />Thomas was a king – he was a professional, as always. Molly and Karim had gone home. The number of the clientele in attendance was severely depleted, so the remaining staff here managed the best they could.<br /><br />And then the rainclouds sealed the heavens from us forever.<br /><br />It was when Thomas was knocked off his feet by the concussions. I looked west and saw the mushroom clouds towering into the skies. I drank my coffee and ate my last home-baked croissant, not caring how much longer I’d have or who I would spend it with. I felt the wind and saw the tidal wave coming – not from the coastline, but from the inland side.<br /><br />I remembered my mother and her warnings - how everything I did would condemn me to hell…Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14463807197393582228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-41541855603686021662022-10-28T13:21:44.958-07:002022-10-28T13:21:44.958-07:00Man, you always send me several layers in before I...Man, you always send me several layers in before I crawl out self doubting and self examined. I suppose this kind of hot light therapy is what we all seek? Well done, as always Dan.Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14634773839102689759noreply@blogger.com