drsawzall - Stories

What do you do when your world is a pile of dung, and the one good thing is cruelly taken from you?

A short story of redemption.

Having survived his tour of duty in Iraq during the worst of the fighting, Doc Tompkins was looking forward to returning home and putting the carnage and the horrors of war behind him. Content he was leaving it securely thousands of miles behind him, along with all the chickenshit the US Army can inflict upon its best and brightest.

Going home never looked so good…or did it?

Life is full of random events; tragedy strikes where it will until random goodness displaces the ugliness. Neither event lasts, fades in our collective memories until the roulette wheel of life lands on the unlucky number of some town or city. We’ve become callused…numb…and disbelieving of events outside of our homes, neighborhood, and state. It simply happens somewhere else…until.

They say that those who don't remember the past are condemned to repeat it. With that in mind, what would lead Martin Niemoller to write a version for today?

We all have secrets, things we sometimes can't even admit to ourselves. What happens when we give in to them...

Do you believe in Leprechauns?

Aunt Sally was Darren Hubbard in actuality, a legend on the drag circuit. At six-foot-four inches and somewhere north of two-hundred-and-fifty pounds, the exact weight was a mystery, as one never asked a lady their weight or age

Earth was dying, time had run out. In a fractured world cooperation was non-existent. A dedicated group humanity saw a way out and Operation Plymoth Plantation was born.

I had had many chances to hook-up, but I wasn’t built that way. Of course, there was the obvious fumbling with others growing up, nothing more serious than a couple of hand jobs after high school which left me unfulfilled. Anita Bryant, Jerry Fallwell, Newt Gingrich along with the not so moral majority, with their contract on America was unsettling to say the least. Gay boys and men were dying, and no one knew why, and much less interested in finding out why. To the best of my understanding, it was virtually impossible to catch AIDS or venereal diseases from your hand, warts maybe, eyeglasses were a risk I’d take. Then Mikey entered my life…

This is the third segment in the world Volvo Tales. You should read the first two before this one.