Microfiction – 008/365

What is this about? Saturday Night Special The gun was originally my wife’s. Now my ex. Now my dead ex. Hit by a bus of all things one afternoon leaving the Central Library downtown. Now the place is called the Richard Riordan Central Library in honor of a couple of mayors ago, and that’s always …

Microfiction — 007/365

What is this about? Some Kind Of Angle As the Nokia beeped out a lame rendition of “Push It” by Salt ‘N Pepa, he fumbled to muffle the noise. Could there have been a worse time for his cell phone to ring? He doubted it while noting to himself to change the goddam incoming call …

My ‘Treecycling’ Gets Me Some L.A. Times Blog Love

GreenLAGirl Siel does an awesome job with the enviromental blog Emerald City at latimes.com. Well, turns out I just found out that she found my tree recycling post from yesterday at Blogging.la and found it worth noting: (click here to visit)  The only thing to clarify is that the 12 trees of the Flickr photo …

Microfiction – 006/365

What is this about? Five Minutes Left All things considered, the Chevrolet Impala is amazingly watertight for an automobile. I, for one and only, should know being as at this very moment I’m sitting in said same vehicle — the ’94 SS model — as it lists hard to starboard in the oil-slicked and murky …

Dome Sweet Dome

(click to quadruplify) The dome of St. Vincent de Paul Church at the corner of Adams and Figueroa.

Microfiction – 005/365

What is this about? Disconnect There was nothing but silence on the other end of the line. Not a sound. “Talk to me . . . ” he said slowly, and waited. Not a word. Not even a breath. Cabot sighed. “Look, I know you’re scared. I can feel it. It’s okay to be scared. …