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July 10, 2019
Romance Stories John L.Yelavich

Saccharine Smiles and Sandpaper Personalities

What is the most powerful force in the universe? Is it atomic fusion, military might, volcanoes, tsunamis or any other natural disaster? No, they are not. None of them can create havoc and paranoia in man any more than love can. Yes, love is the force that is…
July 10, 2019
Crime Stories J.B.Stevens

A Good Man

Jimmy hated feeling the delicate orbital bones splinter, but he didn’t have a choice. He needed to be free. It was unfortunate. Just the wrong place, wrong time. If he was out he could send money to Sarah. That’s what all this was all about, helping his…
July 10, 2019
Fantasy Stories Roger Ley

Turing Test

Mr Riley liked to start his day in the library. It was a short walk from his house and conveniently situated at the top of the main street in the Suffolk market town that he and his wife had retired to. When they’d first arrived, he’d joined the local writing…
July 10, 2019
Romance Stories Patric Quinn

Where or When

The front doorbell sounded its gentle Westminster Chimes and the thumping on the door started before Hazel even put her pen down on the papers she was working on intently. More curious than annoyed, she stopped writing, shrugged and started for the door.…
July 10, 2019
Flash Fiction Sheila Ash

Working Christmas Again

I always draw the short straw to a chorus of ‘Bad luck’. A reiteration of last year and the year before, and the year before that. Throughout the day, my ‘C’est la vie’ chimes on a constant playback loop. My expressionist shrugs repeat themselves as a…
March 18, 2019
Mystery Stories JD Plummer

Pseudonyms

“Gelb wants you to call him.” I looked at Frankie, opened my mouth, began to slowly shake my head. My reply delayed by the image of Gelb, monocle in eye, brow raised, lips tight, grimacing. I cringed at the thought. “I ain’t calling that prick,” I finally…
March 18, 2019
Fantasy Stories Lucia Balbuena

A Different Story

Her breathing was deep and steady when she run through the dense forest holding her grandmother’s kitchen knife in her hand. Her red cape was torn up, also her legs, hands and her face were cut by the tree brunches. Stop you are the victim, said the forest…
March 17, 2019
Crime Stories Wally Smith

Coda

Luigi Andante’s small apartment sat on the fourth floor of a block in the West Bronx at the corner of 18th and Davidson. It was adequate as a living space, but Luigi craved more than this. “A penthouse overlooking Central Park would suit me just fine”, he had…
March 17, 2019
Crime Stories Walter Giersbach

Fifty Ways to Leave Your Loser

Lorraine Vanderzanden had the thankless task being Lindstrom’s police chief. Her husband didn’t appreciate the risks she took. Her brother didn’t thank her for using her degree for something useful instead of helping on the family farm. Heck, she thought,…
March 17, 2019
Mystery Stories Jenny Webster

"Communicate with me, please."

I have been blind for so long, I didn’t even attempt to imagine what it would be like if I could see. I don’t know any different, all I know is darkness, and I base everything that I can experience mostly through sound. You see, I can’t walk either. I’m not…
March 16, 2019
Flash Fiction Michael Fredrick

Secondhand Santa

The late model sedan sputtered, coughed and dutifully careened forward on a cold December evening. Fred hit the gas pedal & ruminated as he always did, wondering again why life had dealt him this hand? Christmas Eve, foraging for returnable bottles to make…
March 16, 2019
General Stories Darrell Case

Trig's Smokin' Wheels

There were a lot of things Trig Nelson could do, many he wanted to do, and more things he couldn’t do. Trig couldn’t run, he’d never climb stairs or hills or mountains. He couldn’t play football or basketball. Being stuck in a wheelchair that would always be…

 

 

Janice Dell, a thirty-five-year-old accountant was still working when the other accountants left for the day. Harry Carson, a colleague, stopped at her cubicle.  “Hey, Janice, it’s time to go home. Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

“No, thanks, Harry, I’m going to stay for a while longer and take care of some unfinished work.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow,” he said and left.

Janice sat back and sighed. “What’s the point of going home to an empty apartment?  Everybody has somebody, but I don’t have anybody.   The bar scene is terrible, a waste of time. Match-making is a waste of time. There has to be a way. My biological clock is ticking, and I’m afraid I’ll never have a child. Oh, well, I might as well go home,” she said, turned off her computer, went to her car, and drove home.

As she was driving slowly along a foggy, two-lane road, her steering and brakes failed, the car went into the oncoming lane and she crashed into an oncoming car.  She was transported to a hospital emergency room where she was examined and admitted.

The next afternoon, Dr. Elway visited Janice. “Well, Ms. Dell, other than a few cuts and bruises, you are in good shape. Your seat belt and air bag probably saved your life.  With rest, you’ll be fine. If you have a comfortable night, I’ll discharge you tomorrow after breakfast. Have a good night,” he said and left.  A short while later, a man about forty entered her room. “Ms. Dell, my name is Jason Weld.  May I come in?”

“Uh, do I know you?”

“Actually, you don’t. I was in the car your car hit.”

“Oh, my God. I’m so glad you’re alright.  Please, come in.”

“Thank you,” he said and pulled a chair up to her bed.  “I wanted to know how you were, and I see you’re okay. I’m glad.”

“I have a few cuts and bruises, but nothing serious. The doctor said the seat belt and air bag probably saved me. The doctor said he’s going to discharge me after breakfast tomorrow.”

“Can I give you a ride home?”

“Did you get a new car?”

“I had two cars, so how about a ride.”

“That would be great if it’s not an inconvenience.”

“It’s not an inconvenience. I’ll come back tomorrow morning around ten. Have a good night,” he said and left. The next morning, Jason arrived at ten, drove her home, and walked with her to her front door. “Uh, Janice, would you join me for dinner tomorrow?”

“Dinner? Uh, yes, I would like that.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at 7:00. Will that be okay?”

“Yes. I’ll be waiting out front.”

“Okay. See you then,” he said and left.

There were many more dates, and after three months of dating, at dinner one evening, Janice and Jason confessed their love for each other.

“Well, since we love each other, I think it’s time for us to live together.”

“Janice, I would love that, but it’s not simple.”

“What do you mean?”

He took her hands in his. “Darling, I love you, and I would love for us to be together, but, but…”

“But what, Jason?”

“This is so difficult to explain.  Janice, do you agree that there is a lot we don’t understand about…about life and…and death?

“Of course, but what are you getting at?”

“After the accident, you ended up in the hospital. When I came to see you, did you wonder why I didn’t have a scratch on me? Did you wonder why I didn’t look like a person who was in a an accident?”

Janice thought for several moments. “I didn’t think about it then, but I’m thinking about it now, and now I’m really confused.”

“Janice, when we collided, I, well, you’re not going to believe this, but the truth is, I died.

“Jason, do you hear yourself? You died? Jason, did you escape from a mental institution?”

“Believe me, Janice, I’m not insane.”

“Okay, what’s the rest of this absurd story?”

“It sounds absurd, but it’s true. After the accident, as though by magic, at the moment I died, I stood on the road and watched the EMTs put you in the ambulance.”

“You stood on the road and…what? Okay, now you’re supposed to tell me what the joke is.”

“I’m not joking. Janice, I died in the accident. As I watched, I heard a voice…in my head. The voice told me that I was not ready to be taken, and could function almost like a live person, but, at some time in the future, and I would never know when, I would be taken.”

“This is preposterous. Are you a writer? Are you writing a fantasy? I don’t believe any of this. Taken?  Taken where? What are you talking about? Look, I love you, but…”

“Janice, please believe me. It sounds crazy, I know and I agree, but it’s true. I’m dead, and I could be taken any time. How can I prove that I’m dead? Remember, I said I could function almost like a live person. Almost,” he said, stood and helped Janice stand. “Now, I want you to push your hand against my chest.”

“Okay,” she said and pushed her hand against his chest and her arm went through his body. “Oh, my God,” she yelled, pulled her arm out, and fainted. After a few moments, she opened her eyes.

“Well, do you believe me, now?”

“I believe you.”

“If we are in love, if we live together, you will eventually want to get married. Janice, knowing that I could be taken at any time, would you want to marry me?  We could be making love, and I could disappear. Do you want to live like that?”

Janice looked at Jason for several moments. “Alright, I believe you, and I love you. Yes, I’ll take the risk. Now, let’s plan our wedding. Time is our enemy.”

“Janice, we don’t have time for a wedding.”

“You’re right. We don’t have time,” she said, put her hands to her face and sobbed. After a few moments, she looked at Jason through tear-filled eyes. “It just struck me. I could lose you at any moment. Jason, I love you and I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either, but it’s going to happen. I’m going to be taken,” he said and hugged her. “I’ve caused you pain. I never should have let this happen. I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be sorry. Before you came into my life, I was lonely. Now, I’m not lonely. I’m happy. Even if we have a short time together, it will be a happy time for me.  I don’t have any regrets. Jason, my love, before it’s too late, I want a baby. I want your baby.”

Jason looked lovingly at her for several moments. “Okay. You’ll have a baby.”

The next morning, at breakfast, Jason held her hands. “Darling, you are going to be a mother,” he said, and, as she looked into his eyes, he disappeared; he was taken.

Nine months later, Janice gave birth to a boy.  Her son, whom she named Jason, grew into a healthy, handsome young man, who would not let her forget his father. Her son looked, talked, and sounded like his father. As her son grew up and went his way, and she grew old, the man she loved and had in her life for a short time, was in her heart to the end when she was taken, possibly to be with the man she loved.

 

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