Rita hardly felt the urge to celebrate, as the process had not delivered anything useful to date. Dr. Carbonell was a contractor of the company, and therefore, in Rita del Pando’s mind, he was a PhD subordinate. He was laser focused on his work and obtuse in recognizing Rita’s need for some sycophant suck-up.…
Rita was not going to be blindsided by a 5th Dimension Time Protector freak event. She was the angelic protector of Super Ramen Nikomu and its launch. Willis and Chandra would need to be activated and rise to the level of paranoid anxiety that Rita had achieved over the last three days.…
Cooking appliances were not the typical domain of super hero licensing deals. Few had ventured into the province of mixers, toasters, or espresso machines emblazoned with the wondrous brand demarcations of a star super hero.…
It was overwhelming and very exciting at once. I was already reconsidering my earlier thoughts about only flashing my new look two or three times a week. The deeper I went with my research and discovery of all the companies providing this outstanding category of clothing, the more I felt that I could wear this look everyday.…
Doug disappeared into cycles of self debate and contemplation relating to his morning discovery. Seemingly overnight, his body had grown something much smaller than a third arm, but a little more conspicuous than a new liver spot.…
This is my path, Reseda to Long Beach. This is my time, 5:00am. Five days a week and sometimes six. I hit the on-ramp and blow past the sleepy people who refuse to accelerate and hate their jobs. They don’t even know why they’re up at this hour. I’m here to get to work. I love my job. I love my people. I cut my own path through this darkness.…
A new apartment. I had searched for almost two months to find my new home. After living with Alice for almost two years, it was time to be on my own. I signed the agreement and cut a check in the morning before I headed for work. I felt great in the first hours at my desk. I congratulated myself on reaching another tier of independence. I was twenty-five, living away from my parents for over three years now, and moving upward through three promotions at a company I had high hopes for. I didn’t have a boyfriend since my break with Greg at the beginning of summer, but I felt this move would motivate me to discover someone new and take a sabbatical from the many nights of small wine parties with my gal pals.…
I received Priscilla’s number through a brief correspondence within the firewalls of safety managed by the online dating site. I didn’t know her last name, and to be real, how could I really be sure that her name was actually Priscilla? Her bio and vitals described her as pretty much like any single girl looking to find someone special in the greater metro area.…
