SpaceKoyote

     Several winters ago, after a major blizzard, I learned about a different kind of value that money can possess.  The lesson began with some simple research, namely, catching the local weather report three days earlier.  The forecast warned of a storm that would dump at least a foot of snow upon the ground by the following morning and would only worsen from that point onward.  For once, much to the dismay of many a viewer, the forecasters had been right.  The snow uninterruptedly fell from late Friday night until early Monday morning, leaving about a foot of snow per day in its wake.     The aftermath resembled a froz

     I felt a surge of adrenaline as she brushed past me to grab the dipstick.  Her one hand submerged up to the wrist in the car’s engine, while the other rested a scant few inches from my own.  Somehow, the smell of her sweet perfume managed to reach me through the overpowering stench of burnt motor oil.  I could hear her making a faint, feminine “grunt” as she pulled the measuring device from its housing.  All I wanted at that moment was to remain there, drinking in all of those wonderful sense experiences.     She read the dipstick before wiping it off on her already blackened t-

     The slight sting began to subside as I shifted in the chair.  Across the desk from me, typing away at her computer, sat Kim.  I had always described her as female perfection with just a hint of punk-rock goddess.  Her beauty easily rivaled that which inspired Poe’s “To Helen” and the ancient, Greek namesake thereof.  Her hair glistened an unnatural shade of red, bordering on metallic.  Her ears had no less than three piercings to each and ivy tattoos encircled her right wrist and left bicep.  All her fingers were adorned with rings (including thumbs) save the all important one.  An elo

     Christmas Eve had come at last and the busy city street teemed with last-minute shoppers, home-bound workers, and lonely-hearted disbelievers alike.  As the afternoon crept towards twilight, with the setting sun dousing the sky in brilliant red and orchid hues against west-way rolling clouds, tiny eyes shot anxious glances toward the stars, divining the invisible routes a ripe old elf and his eight tiny reindeer would carve out later that evening.  One set of eyes, however, differed in both size and type of anxiety.     Although to passerby it appeared he was admiring a colorful decoration adorning one of the metropolis’