Pond on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Bob

Sun, 25 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

I’d worked with Bob for nearly a year. We ran heavy equipment, excavating for new construction, roadways, anything involving moving a lot of earth. Bob was short, maybe five-foot-seven and kind of slightly built. Bob was definitely one of the guys though; loud, sexist, foul-mouthed and always on time with a filthy joke or observation. Bob loved girls and could spot something wiggling along in a pair of yoga pants a mile away.

Rbrbill's Last Solo

Wed, 09 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000

I have reached the point in life when I am really alone. There is a sadness as I consider my future. I am still pretty healthy, though I do require a fair amount of meds to remain that way. My family is gone. I look forward to visiting my son in Washington but even his kids are no longer kids. Maybe I will have a chance to see and hold a Great Grandchild in about ten years but until then not much is happening.

The Pond

Wed, 09 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I held the spoon up to Patti’s lips. She slurped, swallowed.

“Thank you, Master.”

“You don’t remember anything?”

She shook her head. “No, Master. You know how I zone out when you wrap me.”

“Mm. What do you remember?”

“I remember you wrapping me and standing me in the window-”

“Go back to the beginning. You know how I like you to tell me these things.”

“Yes, Master. May I have more chowder?”