“Through the Diner Window”

A story about a young boy whose father takes him to a diner for a mealtime discussion about life and stuff. Here’s one of my short stories circa 2008:

The waitress came to our table with a pad of paper and a pencil. She wore a white apron and a blue skirt and her hair was brown and short like my mom’s hair. After I said what I wanted and dad said what he wanted and she wrote it all down, she looked at my dad’s face.

“Do I know you from somewheres?” she said.

“No,” he said. “Can you refill my son’s orange juice when you get a chance, please?”

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“The Slipstream Artist”

Ah, yet another of my college stories, and the first story I ever submitted for the creative writing workshop course that I took three times throughout my career. Is ’bout time travel.

Before the drive up, I called her. She apologized for the weather. She said it was something she did ten years ago that brought on this snowstorm. I didn’t argue with her.

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