This is the 3rd in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.
Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s Frontside Kickflip.
Photo courtesy of Oliver Fluck.
What do I tell my forty-two year old son on the dissolution of his marriage of seven years?
I have always been a father of a few words: steady on that bike; careful with the car; don’t be at the wrong place at the wrong time; you smoke-since when?; girls are like that; St. Mark’s was the best pizza joint then and now; your mother couldn’t get it; not sure if that major will get you a real job; you can leave Philly but you will come ... read more »
Tagged fiction, stories
This is the 2nd in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.
Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s Prison Chess Portrait.
When I wrote this, I had not read or seen Oliver Fluck’s other photos on this subject. Worth checking out.
I am twenty-three years old and I am in prison. For life. Three strikes and you are out. Or should I say three strikes and you are “in”? I know. Not funny. I like to crack jokes even when I know they are probably not funny. In my experience there is bound to be that one person that finds humor in something not funny. I like one-in-a-given-number statistics. Isn’t that ... read more »
Tagged fiction, story
This is the 1st in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.
Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s photo: Salton Sea Arm Chair.
A Reflection from the Shore
Oceans are not as blue as they appear in pictures, Emilie Goldstein thought to herself, as she looked at the loud waves reflect the ashy overcast sky.
At the bony age of sixty-five Emilie Goldstein considered herself, and made an effort to be perceived as, an “attractive woman for her age.” She justified her demeanor which barely bypassed the edge of narcissism due to all that she felt proud to have endured physically and accomplished professionally. Wearing Chanel’s bright fire-engine-red lipstick shade, which appeared abnormally ... read more »
Tagged fiction, story
