And counting. A short short story (Ten seconds short)
T-minus ten and counting. A spectrum – red, yellow and green – illuminates. A traffic rainbow that means turbines are operational. A buzzer squeals overhead: propulsion jets are ignited, pushing 100,000 pounds per square...
Neptune’s Rain Cuts Like Diamonds
(A story for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction contest, based on a randomly selected title, first line, and last lines.) Three days without sleep was the least of my worries. Charlene was out there,...
¡Gran Estreno! Grand Premiere!
ENGLISH ESPAÑOL Last night in Madrid I had my Grand Premiere as an actor. Six women, four different accents in Spanish (Italian, French, Irish and American) and an audience of all our Spanish boyfriends...
Do what you like
Do what you like When I told my parents I wanted a job where I could do what I like, as a young college graduate with a sociology degree (!), you’d have thought I said...
Where are the female hipsters?
I don’t get it. The hipster thing here in Madrid is just massive – without even going into how many beard-trimming, fade-shaving, exaggeratedly side-parting, bangs-gelling barberias there are, I also walk past (and sometimes into,...
What I did on my summer vacation
I haven’t worked for months. No, it’s okay. My last months in Colombia were rough – very long hours with several enormous tasks dangling over my head. It was time for a break. Sabbatical – lovely word,...