Level Up

Photo by Jeffy Can. Made available at Flickr.com under an Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.

Photo taken 2005 by Jeffy Can. Made available at Flickr.com under an Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.

 

“Logan, lights out; it’s time for bed!” Beth called out from the hallway.

“Yeah, I just have to level up!” Logan yelled above the noise blasting in his ears through the headphones.”

His thumbs moved furiously across the game controller. His avatar did his bidding on the screen and fought his way with a lightning-powered saber past an army of alien soldiers and a giant, winged, acid-breathing serpent. Continue reading “Level Up”

Prodigal Christmas

lightstock_104801_medium_peripheral_imagesDoug made his way through the crowded corridors of O’Hare. His bag hung over his shoulder and the pain in his back letting him know that his body didn’t appreciate the long flight. He wasn’t so young anymore, but the sleepless nights had taken their toll and left him feeling far older than his sixty-two years. He trudged outside through the doors and a rush of cold air blasted him in the face. He pulled the collar of his coat tighter and glanced around. The sun had long-since set and the city was lit by street lamps and neon signs. Cold flakes of snow were just beginning to fall from the black night sky.

Doug waited for a cab, trying several times unsuccessfully to get one to stop. When he finally he got one, he slipped into the backseat and set his bag down beside him.

The young driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Hey, where you goin’, pops?” Continue reading “Prodigal Christmas”

Beautiful, In Its Time

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA“What do ya say? Should we give it a shot?” Andy asked.

Kris sighed and shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Andy stared at his son for several moments and nodded.

Nothing he did seemed to meet with approval from the sixteen-year-old. He’d thought finding a car for him would make him happy. Getting a clunker would be affordable and they could spend time together restoring it. However, it seemed even this idea was falling flat.

Kris cocked his head to the side as he looked at the beat-up old Camaro. Continue reading “Beautiful, In Its Time”