Fictional short stories live in this book, LIFE IN ITS OWN FRAME OF REFERENCE. You'll find a mix of humor depicting a lighter side of life, and a huge dash of the dark side of the human psyche. Isn't that what we find in reality?
You will find the universal themes of beginnings and endings, right versus wrong, culture, loyalty, love and friendship, deceit, second chances, repenting and rebirth.
Jake threw his car keys on the counter and his leather jacket in the
direction of the only chair in the living room, but missed. He rolled
some deli turkey with Colby cheese and called it supper, and ate while
he checked the mail. He finished in all of three seconds with the pile
of junk-mail and pitched it in the trash. “Crap, gotta get some
mousetraps,” he mumbled, as he picked up mouse droppings with a paper
towel. He really hated seeing them on the kitchen counter. He showered
quickly and slid into bed naked, still damp. Too tired to care, and
headed into a fitful sleep, full of nightmares. Nothing unusual.
His dreams often included motorcycles, blood, screams and a bridge.
Sometimes he heard his baby crying, and this is what often woke him in
the middle of the night, only to find he was the one crying.
He heard a distant sound, but was not awake enough to identify it. It
became more annoying when he realized it was his phone. The ringing
stopped. The pleasant aroma of coffee seeped into his bedroom. The clock
blinked 7 a.m., and he remembered he had set his alarm for an important
meeting. He was ready to start his life over, to finally get on with it.
To do something worthwhile. The ringing started again.
The number was still unfamiliar, but the same one as last night. He
pulled on a clean pair of jeans and made his way to the coffee. “If
the damn thing rings again….” And it did.
“Hi Jake. Do you know who this is?” The voice on the other end
shared an irritating hint of timidity and cheer.
“Is this a contest, lady? I’m in no mood for twenty questions.”
“Jake, I hope your mood improves, for Christ sake. Amanda. It’s
Jake gripped the counter. “What the hell? Who…?”
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