I raged to gain control of the moment and escape the possible grim destination of my spinning metal death carriage. My rhythmic chant to deny death filled the car’s cabin with an all-out scream. “I’m not gonna die! I’m not gonna die!” …
Debra would pick-up her exciting new prize after her work day. The afternoon breezed by with her joy and satisfaction for the newest addition to her elegant collection. She saw herself striding down the concrete catwalk of the art district's main drag — backlit by the city's sky glow, sleek in her new black dress, and taking-in appreciative glances.…
I won’t get out of my car until the song is over. I can see bright lights approaching from the other side of the bank building. The lights are coming up the road adjacent to the bank. Then this happens. The car pulls into the parking lot, but the driver enters the lot through the exit driveway.…
The original plan to determine Nathan Meprizer’s displeasure with ramen, and the eating of it, was to spy on him and observe his eating habits. The process of observation was basic to science and the plan was sound, but Rita only had days to determine whether Nathan’s exception to ramen would be her undoing.…
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.…
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.…
