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Category Archives: Sunday Stories
Sunday Slacker
Really, I’m not a slacker. It was just a busy Sunday. My Faithful Reader and I went to Brimfield for the antique fair and to hang out with K—, who happened to be in the area. We had lunch at … Continue reading →
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The Story, Part V
For the start of the story and links to other installments, see this post. Phil had forgotten to ask Mr. Gabriel where the Frozen Foods department was, but he found it easily. He just headed down the coolest hallway. The … Continue reading →
The Story, Part IV
For the start of the story and links to the other installments, see this post. When Phil returned to work on Monday morning, he was looking forward to the chance to pick Dave’s brain. His happy mood ended abruptly when … Continue reading →
Sunday Sorrow
Sunday is over and there was no story. I goofed up. To make up for it, there will be two installments next weekend.
The Story, Part III
For the beginning of the story, see the first and second installments. After that, Dave started avoiding Phil, and the other employees of Subbasement 5 took their lead from Dave. Every time Phil saw Dave ducking in or out of … Continue reading →
The Story, Part II
For the beginning of the story, see last week’s installment. Phil followed Mr. Gabriel into the elevator. “You’ll be working in Subbasement 5,” said Mr. Gabriel. The elevator slid down into the depths of the building. At Subbasement 5, the … Continue reading →
The Start of the Story
The shuttle bus stopped in front of the gatehouse of an enormous building that seemed to spread for miles in either direction. At least ten stories tall, it cast an ominous shadow upon the ground, and the surrounding fence, barbed … Continue reading →
Sunday Stories
Thinking back to my post about blog-writing being a trap (One Hundred), it occurs to me that part of the purpose of my blog is self-improvement. If I say publicly that I’m going to do something, I usually follow through. … Continue reading →