Oh crap, so this is what it’s like to have a heart attack! I was still balancing a hot tuna melt in my left hand on an oversized dinner plate. My entire body was constricted. My legs were pressing my upper body into the door jamb between my kitchen and den.…
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.…
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.…
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.…
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.…
