Bringing back the yarn

I don’t know about you, but it’s been a while since I’ve done a good piece of fiction.  I’m going to stoke up the creative fires by working on a western.

This western will not be based on my work that I’m trying to get published.  This is going to be a western set in the Utah Territory.

The focus will be on one of the Pony Express Riders who rode that route.

As always, I’ll try to keep in focus the era and the mindset of the people of that era.  I will also keep an eye on the personal psychology of the main character.

What makes him the way he is?

What past experiences guide or misguide his choices?

What are his goals?

Why is he in the place he is?

How will he respond to the challenges that come to him?

And you will be along for the ride so dust off those boots and saddle up.

The trail’s callin’.

Daydreams of: Halloween Horror – The ties that bind – Finale

Warning and disclaimer  This story has adult language and situations.  I’d rate it an “R”.  Don’t let children read.


“You want to take me in and run some tests, don’t you?”  George said as he walked to the passenger side of the car.

Janice gave a mixed look of surprise and fear in response as her father got inside.

“Why, yes.”  She said as she started the car while trying to gain her composure.  “You’ve shown an unimaginable comeback from such a high stage of Alzheimer’s.   We should study and document your results.”

“Hogwash.”  George replied.  “You’re worried that the drug you gave me had some sort of side effect and you want to know how bad it is.  Tell the truth.”

Janice agreed hesitantly.  “There is that concern, but really I do think that we need to record your progress.”

“Bullshit.”  George argued in a huff.  “Let’s go.  You’re gonna nag until we do it anyway.”

Janice pulled out of the parking lot and headed to her lab.

George looked up and saw a ridiculous smile on his daughter’s face.

“Now Dad, you don’t have to worry.”  She soothed.  “This is a CT scan machine or Cat scan if you will.  It just takes pictures of your brain.  It’s noisy, but it doesn’t hurt.  Think of it as if being inside a large Polaroid camera.”

George snapped back at Janice.  “Quit patronizing me girl!  I’m not some drooling, dim-witted invalid here.  I know what’s going on.”

“Fine.”  Janice relented.  “Just lay back and then do the ‘scratch-n-sniff’ when I tell you too.”

“Flipping kid’s stuff!”  George muttered as the machine slid him in.

Janice’s voice broke over the speaker.  “Ok Dad, I’m going to start the scanner now.  Hold still.”

“Yeah-yeah.  Jesus!”  He said as a bright light flashed overhead accompanied by a thunderous but dull thud.

“That’s just the machine doing its job.”  Janice commented through the speaker.  “Try to ignore it.”

George hollered, “You try!”  Into the empty room.

“Oh my go…”  Janice gasped as she looked at the monitor.  Explosions of light and color were emanating from her father’s brain.  Fast and furious,  it was if the bioelectrical sensors were doing their best to imitate a Tesla coil.  Neurons and pathways that should’ve been burnt out dead ends were sewn back together and firing off like a sparkplug.”

Janice pressed the intercom button.  “How does your head feel?  Do you have a headache?”

“No I’m not having a damn seizure!”  George hollered from inside the scanner.  “Now stop fretting and finish this!”

Janice shook her head at the monitor and said, “Fine. Try and scratch one of the scents.  Tell me what effects it has on you.”

George grumbled under his breath as he scratched the first item on the paper.  “It’s strawberries!”  He called aloud.  Suddenly his eyes widened as Janice watched a previously dark part of his brain explode in color.

George was surrounded by the smell of strawberries.  Looking down at his hands, he saw that they were smaller and stronger than they were a minute ago.  There were no age spots or wrinkles on the.  He looked past his hands and saw small leather shoes laced over his small feet.  Scanning the Horizon, he saw a bunch of kids running across the field.  He recognized them immediately.  They were all his friends.  Joe, Mike, Matt, and Renee.  They were running and laughing and having a good old time.  Just like when he was seven.  In fact, he was seven!  It was July 10, 1957.  It was Joe’s birthday party.

“Holy cow!”  George marveled as this memory relived itself in completeness.

A voice called out of the air, tearing his soul from this warm, safe, sanctuary.  “Dad!  Are you ok?”

“Yeah Damn it!”  I was just reliving old times.

“You’re sure.  Maybe I should…”

“Don’t do nothin’!”  George yelled.  “Let’s just go on with it and get this damn thing over!”

George sniffed the next item on the paper.

“Ugh.”  He said to himself. “Fake ham.  Spam.”

His eyelids flickered as his fists clenched.


Explosions thundered all around him as bombs dropped unrelenting from the sky.

“In coming!”  A voice cried as George felt himself hit the ground.

Dirt rained over him as a flash hit far too close.

The staccato of rapid fire flew inches over head as buddy fired back in response.

“Yeah!  Get some!”

Private George jumped up and thrust himself forward.

“Dad, can you hear me?  Dad?  Dad!”  Janice cried over the intercom.  “I’m pulling the plug!”

Janice hit the emergency stop button and ran towards her father as the tray slid forward.  A sharp kick in her chest sent her reeling.

“I see ya Charlie!”  George yelled as he jumped off the tray.  “You ain’t gonna fool me!  You may have taken my gun, but I’ll find another.  I’ll bury all of you!”

George ran towards the side of the door.  “You kick it in, Tommy.  I got your six.  What?  It’s my turn to go first?  Fine.  On the count of three.  One…”

George turned the handle and charged into the hall.  “Geronimo!”

Startled, workers froze in confusion as this old man ran towards them.

“I see ya, Charlie!”  George cried as he bowled into them.  “You ain’t getting away from me!”

Adrenalin flowed as George heard the screams of his enemy.  Gun or not, it didn’t matter.  The Marines had taught him well.  Every move was executed perfectly.  Every punch a full powered blow.  The cut through the VC like wheat before the scythe.

“Aigh! Get help!  Call security!”  Came the cries of the people as George pressed his assault.

Sirens screamed overhead as Private George looked for the air raid.  “Come and get it!”  He snarled.

Security ran against the crowd as the alarm rang through the hall.

“Get out!  Get out now!”  The commander ordered as his team headed towards the threat.

Janice groggily stood up as the alarm crashed in her ears.  “Dad.”

Private George killed with swiftness at any Viet Cong that fell before him.  “Yeah!  Kill them all!”

Janice stumbled through the hall, stopping at the first bloody body.  “Dad!  No!”  She jumped into a sprint.

“Stop! Stop there!”  The commander ordered as he and his men drew their weapons on the old man.

“Semper Fi!”  Called out young Private George as he charged Charlie.

Janice turned the corner to see a hail of bullets cut down her father in mid stride.


Daydreams of: Halloween Horror – The ties that bind – Part 1

Janice stared intently at the screen.  “Come on.  Come on.”  She muttered as if her will would tip the balance and give her the result she desperately needed.

Slowly two molecules, one healthy and one damaged, connected and the electrons of the healthy molecule tied into gaps of the damaged one creating a new two molecule structure that was strong and stable.

“Yes!  That’s it!”  Janice yelled in triumph, jumping out of her battered chair.

Taking a vial of liquid out from a drawer in her desk, Janice carefully set into the machine.  Quickly she spun around and tapped strongly on her keyboard.  With one punch of the ENTER key automation took over and the programming went through its sequence.

“Working late I see.”  Came a voice behind her.

Janice spun around in a panic.  “Oh Tom.”  She said with a sigh of relief. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

Tom leaned on the dust mop in his hands.  “Focused on that project of yours again.  I heard you whoop for joy.  Did you finally figure out the Colonel’s secret spices?”

“Better.”  Janice replied.  “I figured out the perfect martini.”

Tom pointed to the centrifuge.  “Spun not shaken?”


“Tom laughed lightheartedly.  “Well that’s good.  I let you back to your work; just leave me glass when you leave.”

“You got it.”  Janice said with a wink.

Early in the morning Janice pulled into a parking lot.  Walking through the automatic sliding doors, she stopped at the front desk.

“Here to see George again?”  Asked the elderly lady behind the desk.

“Um-Hum.”  Janice nodded as she deftly signed her name to the clipboard.

“He is so lucky to have a daughter like you.”  That lady said wistfully.  “Most of our people don’t get visits like George.  Oh sure, their family comes for holidays or every now and again; but never on a constant basis like you.”

“Thanks, Linda.  How’s he doing today?”  Janice asked.

“Not too bad.”  Linda replied as she checked her paperwork.  He slept very well last night.  He didn’t try to wander out at all.”

“That’s rare.”  Janice commented.

“That’s true.” Linda agreed.  “George is our little explorer around here.”

“I better go see what he’s getting into then.  Just to be safe.”

Linda smiled, bemused, “Have a good day then.”

“You too.”  Janice replied as she headed towards the elevator. Exiting on the third floor, she turned to the first door on her left and knocked before entering.

“Good morning father.”  She said as she set her belongings down.

A gaunt old man with a scruffy beard looked up in fear at the nurse sitting next to him.

“It’s alright.”  The nurse said, comforting the old man.  “That’s Janice, your daughter.  Good morning Janice”

Janice gave a sad smile.  “Good morning, Terry.”

“He’s doing good today.”  Terry said, trying to reassure Janice.  “He ate all his breakfast and washed up all by himself.”

“That’s good.”  Janice replied.

“His favorite show is on right now.  Do you want to watch with him?”

Janice nodded.

“George.”  Terry called him as he looked at the TV.  “Janice is going to watch the show with you, ok?”

George looked on unresponsive as Terry got up.  “He’ll be fine.  I’ll leave you two alone.”

“Thanks, Terry.”  Janice said as she heard the door close behind her.  “Father?”  She said as she patted the old man’s shoulder.  “I have good news for you.  I found a cure.  You don’t have to suffer anymore.  You’re going to be normal again.”

And with that she pulled the vial out of her purse.

Gossamer’s Wing

Chapter 1


Peter looked over the bow as the ship streamed across the water.  Looking down, he watched the froth of the breaking water ten stories below.  All around him was a vast void of sea and air.  The ship was an island unto itself.  Content, Peter drank deeply from the salt air.

A voice broke over the air.  “Pete, you gotta call.  It’s your wife.”

Pete jumped off his perch and raced to the communication room.  He couldn’t help thinking, “Damn you women are jealous.  Can’t think of one without the other calling for attention.”

“Hi Hon!”  He said as the jumped into the chair.  “How’s it going?”

“There you are!”  His wife said from the monitor.  “I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Well, you know how hard it is to drag myself away from my harem here on the ship.”  Peter teased.

“That’s ok.”  His wife replied, “I was talking to Timothy and we decided that he’ll be my backup just in case you fall overboard.”

“Don’t call upon the Devil!”   Timothy yelled before crossing himself and exiting the doorway.

Peter laughed.  “You shouldn’t so that honey.  You know how superstitious Tim is.”

“You shouldn’t have run out on your pregnant wife then; now shouldn’t you?”  She mocked.

“Ah, but it’s the only way to make some honest quick money for babies.”  He rebutted.

“Yes, but I miss you so much!”  She complained.

“I miss you too.”  He said.  “I’ll be home before you know it and for once, we’ll have some real seed money to get us on our way.”

“You just get home safe!”  She admonished.  “Money’s common, you’re one in a million.”

“And so are you.”  Peter cooed.  “I gotta go now and earn my pay.”

“I love you!”  The called out louder than necessary.

“I love you too.”  Peter replied before the screen cut off.

A large figure stood in the doorway.  “Thanks for not kissing the screen, kid.”

“No problem, boss.”  Peter said as he stood up.  “I’ll go down below and check on the cargo.”

“Good.”  His boss replied.  “Double check those tie-downs on the engines on deck three.  The weather might be fine now, but she’ll turn like a scorned bitch before you know it.”

“Yes sir!” Peter answered before heading down the hatch.