Paul watched as the large truck driver pulled down the door not bothering to strap it down, and plodded his way to the dock. It never occurred to him that aquariums would need a bulk food delivery service the same way a restaurant or college might. Paul shook a cigarette loose from his pack. The…
Arla pulled her car next to the van as William – Lieutenant Bryant, in the current circumstance – said to. Lieutenant, Arla thought to herself. A crease settled across her forehead. How could she have forgotten William was a lieutenant? More importantly, why was a lieutenant at her office. A series of beeps interrupted her…
The radio blared to life jolting Arla awake. Ben groaned next to her. “I’m working on it,” Arla said as she reached for their radio alarm clock. Lowering the volume, Arla stretched fully opening her eyes. Arla sat up. The sheets tucked under her armpits. Reaching over she grabbed her glasses and put them on….
As Arla Alagona, the right hand woman of Unstoppable Imports (a fish importing company), and her boss find themselves in deep water, someone in their office finds themselves swimming with the fishes. The second installment of the multipart series! Arla woke up on her couch Saturday morning, grey light filling the room, the sound of…
As Arla Alagona, the right hand woman of Unstoppable Imports (a fish importing company), and her boss find themselves in deep water, someone in their office finds themselves swimming with the fishes. The first in a multipart series! Arla returned to her desk and took off her coat. Inhaling deeply, she consciously tucked her shoulders…
It was hard enough to breath, let alone to do it calmly and with a degree of regulation. Yet that’s what was being demanded of Charles. Charles who had never raised his voice once in the course of his 30 years at the bank. Charles who had never slammed, threw, broke, or disrupted the quiet…
They knew that – some of them did. Some of them watched her, silently encouraging her to sit, sit and shut down. Not sit and be mindfully relaxed. They wanted her to sit and remove herself from the world. The others wanted her to be active – get the things she loved doing done. Relaxing was unnecessary. There was time to relax when she was old, decrepit, and basically dead. The rest, the small population hiding through and behind the others wanted her to cease to exist. Rebecca knew it. She could feel it weaving through the stares of the others. All of them moving silently through the air, tangled together, weighted down and unwilling to move from their corner.