I’ve always enjoyed writing and reading short stories. So I thought you might enjoy a few of my favorites too! Click on the links to see the entire story after reading a short introduction to each one. Enjoy!
And So It Goes
There was nothing special about the day. I can’t tell you the date, or whether it was fall or spring semester, but I was in college, and I will remember it the rest of my life.
When I got off work I would go to campus and study in the smoker’s lounge of the Library. Someone had tipped me off about it. There were comfortable chairs with bath rooms right across the hall. The lounge and bath rooms were the only accommodations in the basement and there were no signs directing you to either of them. If you didn’t already know it was there, you would never find it because few ventured to the “subterranean” level. I was frequently the only person there. I liked the quietness of the room and the comfortable chairs.
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Earrings – Adult Language
“So how you feeling?” I didn’t ask, “How you doing?” I knew how he was doing.
He was dying.
I had stopped by to see Laz because I was about the only male friend he had and he didn’t want his female friends to see him in his deteriorated condition. To have a woman around now just reminded him of what he couldn’t do. The biggest ladies’ man I’d ever known and he wouldn’t have been able to get it up even if the Burleson triplets were there shaking their booties at him.
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Pop’s Ice Cream Stand
The picture alongside the obituary showed a thin man with caved-in cheeks and sunken eyes that seemed to need a friend. At first, I couldn’t remember how I knew him but when I read the obit it all came back to me.
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The Stone Wall
People would reference the stone wall when giving directions. If you said, “Do you know the big stone wall next to the cemetery on Graffen Street?” people would always know what you meant.
I wouldn’t pass the wall often—it wasn’t really on my way to anywhere I normally went. When I did see it, however, the wall reminded me of my family.
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Tinker
“So, what’d’ya wanna do for forty-five minutes?”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked. We had just finished lunch and, as usual, Tinker was restless. We got an hour for lunch but since he and I brought our lunches we usually had forty-five minutes to kill. Tinker couldn’t just sit and talk; it was above his pay grade. He was like a kid, always looking for something with which to tinker—hence his name. Now, at the phone company, he enjoyed tinkering with the equipment to see what he could make it do that it wasn’t designed to do.
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Verdammt Saubere Nüsse
My friends teased me about my name, but I didn’t care. Wolfgang was an old family name. I was not the first, nor would I be the last to have the name Wolfgang. When my friends weren’t teasing me about it, they called me “Wolf.” That I liked.
The German pronunciation was “Vawlf-gahng.” Since my family was German, you’d have thought they would pronounce it that way, but they didn’t. Over the years, it had been anglicized. That was just as well, because the teasing was bad enough with the English pronunciation. If my family had called me “Vawlf-gahng,” I would have never heard the end of it.