Wednesday, October 26, 2016


Happy Anniversary, Baby!

Janet absolutely hated holidays of any kind. She always had ever since she was a little girl. I suppose if you wanted to get all psychoanalytical about it, it probably started when her parents forgot her birthday. After that, she never gave it much thought. She would watch in amusement as people went crazy at Christmas time trying to find that last minute gift. What idiots! Don’t they have anything better to do?

Her husband Harry, on the other hand, insisted on going overboard for each and every special occasion. He even celebrated Flag Day for Christ sake! Who does that? They had only been together for five years. Tonight, was their anniversary. Of course, he wanted to make a big to do about it.

“Maybe we could get a corner table at Portofino and then catch a movie. We haven’t been on a date in ages.” “I don’t know, Harry.  I would much rather prefer to stay in. I’ll cook something wonderful for us.” It took some persuading but eventually, she wore him down and he agreed to her idea.

She was cooking his favorite meal, veal piccata. As she boiled the water for the pasta, she sipped some white wine. Smiling, she couldn’t help but imagine his face when he saw all of her creations. The piece de resistance was going to be her limoncello cake. Whenever she made it, Harry always remarked that it reminded him of their honeymoon in Italy.  Oh, yes!  This was going to be a very special night.

Like clockwork, Harry was home at 6:00 p.m. sharp. Upon entering the apartment, he could see the candlelight on the table flickering in the darkness. “Janet?” “I’m in the bedroom, darling.” Smiling, Harry removed his coat. Loosening his tie, he walked down the hall. It was then that he caught sight of Janet’s naked silhouette framing the doorway.

“This is a surprise.”  He encircled his wife around her waist and drew her to him. Her naked body moved easily against his as her voluptuous mouth engulfed him. Hastily, he removed his pants while Janet unbuttoned his shirt. They made their way steadily toward the bed. Before he could do anything, Janet knelt before him and took his hard cock in her mouth. “Uh, this is …….” “Shut up and enjoy it.”

Closing his eyes, Harry allowed himself to feel his wife’s tongue licking up and down his shaft. Her mouth eagerly lapping at his head. Before the sensation ran away from him, Harry lifted her up off the floor and placed her on the bed. He slid inside her easily. Both of them were lost in the taste and the smell of each other. Harry released. Smiling, Janet rolled away from him.  “You better get dressed.  It’s time for dinner.”

An hour later, his stomach full of the wonderful piccata, Harry leaned back in his chair and sipped his wine. “This meal was incredible, Janet.” “Thank you. I made it with you in mind.” She got up and took their plates into the kitchen. Immediately she returned bearing a golden sponge cake.


Harry’s eyes lit up when he recognized what it was. “This night couldn’t get any better!” Nodding slightly, Janet cut him a slice of cake. She watched as he began eating her masterpiece. Without missing a beat, she plunged the knife deep into her husband’s chest. Removing it, she deftly cut his throat. Blood spurted out drenching the half-eaten piece of cake. At that moment, Janet realized she would never, ever have to celebrate a holiday again!


We Are All Made of Stars

Callie sat at her desk, the glow of her laptop permeating the darkness of her room.  This was her ritual. Her thing. Every night before bed, she would write an entry in her online diary. Normally, the words would flow. She would recount the day in it all its glories or mishaps. Today, however, was exceedingly difficult. What normally was effortless had now turned laborious.

“No one is ever going to believe me, Ezra.” Ezra happened to be her Orange Calico who at the moment, was too busy cleaning his paws to care about his mistress’ dilemma. “It’s like I’m in the X-Files or something.” Growing bored with his self-hygiene routine, Ezra looks at Callie and lazily flips his tail back and forth.

Absentmindedly, she begins to play with her high school ring. Funny how we revert to past habits when under duress. If only she could remember what had happened. Callie turns her computer off and sits down on her bed.  Ezra looks at her with passing interest and finally stretches out for a nap. Before long, Callie lays down, closes her eyes and drifts into a fitful sleep.

The landscape changes into the pleasant blue of an Autumn afternoon in the desert. Callie is hiking a path armed with her trusty old Nikon. She pauses and takes a breathtaking shot of a butte backlit by the sun. Pleased with her photo, she continues on her way, scouting for anything of interest. Off in the distance, she notices a blinding white light streaking across the horizon. Her mind begins turning in a thousand directions. Could it be a meteor? Is it a rogue comet? Is it a crashing plane?

In an instance, her thoughts are obliterated by a resounding crash and a reverberation that nearly knocks her off her feet.  She turns in the direction of the noise and sees a smoldering wreckage. Without pausing to think, she immediately begins to run toward the debris.  When she gets there, she stops dead in her tracks.  This is not like any aircraft that she had ever seen. This is something different. It almost looked like a large boomerang had landed in the sand on its side.

The wing portion, or what Callie assumed to be the wing of this odd machine was almost as large as the wing of the F117’s her father flew. Tentatively, she reached out to touch it. The moment her hand met the soft metallic surface, a slight shock went up her arm. Startled, she jumped back almost losing her balance. It was then that she saw what appeared to be a small, chalk colored body about the size of a 5-year-old, lying on its side.

“Oh my God!  This cannot be real!” Callie closed her eyes several times but every time she opened them she still saw the same things. Her heart beating like she was running a marathon; Callie knew she should run away. Somehow, she could not leave the spot where she was standing. Hesitantly, she begins to approach the life form.

What she sees next defies everything she had been taught in her science classes at school. The shape that was lying not far from the wreckage was like a child but yet not a child. The entity’s head was rather large for its thin frame and the only thing that popped into her mind was the American Dad cartoon. What the fuck? Why would she be thinking of that show? Get it together, Callie!

Moving forward, she reached out her hand to touch the being. Suddenly, Callie sits bolt upright in her bed but yet it isn’t her bed.  Her head feels fuzzy and she feels as if she is coming down with the flu. She attempts to stand up but before she can do so, her eyes meet the pitch-black stare of a small figure standing in her doorway. Frightened, she starts to scream but it catches in her throat. The figure seems to float toward her.  Before Callie can do anything, her world immediately fades to black.